Unexpected by Pamela (read novel full txt) π
Evan Pena has always wanted to get noticed. His wish comes true somehow. But, while his wish is granted, he may have just lost the love of his life. Though he doesn't know it yet...
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"Well, took you long enough." He says, standing a few inches apart from me. I smile and cock my head to the side a little. "Ready to go?" I ask him, and he nods. I grab my iPhone and take a couple hundred bucks from my hidden money box. Better hide that again, I think to myself. "No huge purse?" He asks questionally.
I laugh once, and look at him. "Nope," I shake my head. "never really been into that kind of thing. Really, what am I going to carry in it? I already did my make-up, I carry my phone in my back pocket and my money as well." I explain to him. He nods, looking impressed.
He takes me skating. Skating. Really? Huh, I thought. I love skating. Weird. After HE pays for my entrance, I almost fall. He, of course, laughs his ass of. "Hey, give me a break! I haven't skated since, I was like, 13. But I still got it." I overplay it, pinching the corners of my shirt and pulling them out real quick.
"Riiggghhtt..." he sighs, trying to hold in his laughter. I shrug, not really caring, I'll show him. There a gap in the border wall, and I slide in. My few first steps on the rink are uneasy, so I hang onto the wall for support. I speed up and let go of the wall without falling. Yeah, buddy! Evan catches up to me and skates past me. I easily catch up to him and skate past HIM.
We have a race, and I win. For my victory dance, I start skating backwards. I yell with joy that I actually remember. He chases after me, and I shout that he'll never catch me, and he eventually does. He puts his arms around my slim waist and doesn't let me go till we decide to leave. After, he takes me out to the movies. Since I won, he got to pick the movie. I pout, but it doesn't work. I huff and roll my eyes at him. It's going to be an action movie or a horror movie.
"2:30 a.m. oooohhhhhhh!" He chants and I punch his shoulder. He pouts at me and I smile and stick my tongue out at him. Apparently, this movie was supposed to be really good, and the chumps took all the back seats. So we sat in the very front row. We had popcorn and sodas and candy and everything! Wooh!
Throughout the movie I glance at Evan. A lot, for some reason. It was super uncomfortable when there was a sex scene between the 2 main characters, and it was all I could hear. Anyway, they both got killed at 2:30 a.m. then it got all dark. People applauded, but I was mostly asleep.
I feel myself being lifted off my chair and I spring awake. Evan's carrying me! What the hell? Aren't I heavy, 2 tons? "Let me go." I say to him calmly, wide awake now. He shakes his head and chuckles. "Fine." I give up quickly. "Where are we going now?"
"We are going to get you in bed, because you look exhausted." He answers and I smile. "Thanks, you're so nice, Evan." I say happily. When I'm tired, I get into this "really happy" mood.
He chuckles again, and I shiver at the sound. He tightens his hold around me, thinking I'm cold. "Are you cold?" He asks and I shake my head. "Your voice does things to me." I say suggestively. His step stutters a little bit, and I laugh sleepily, which sounded sultry for some reason. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. It's just some weird tired stage." I explained to him, yawning after saying it.
He looks deep in thought and fell silent. "Did you mean it?" He finally asks, his voice strained. Now I'm silent. I think about that. "Yeah..." I whisper. "I did." I smile up at him and his face becomes serious. Then determined.
Wonder what that's all about, I think to myself.
We Need The Truth
(Evan's P.O.V.)
She really was adorable when she was tired. All happy and everything. Oh, and doesn't lie either. All truthful... now is the time to ask her questions about how she really feels about me. Her hand rings the doorbell lazily and her mother answers, and laughs. "Are you staying the night, dear?" She asks me, smiling.
I start to answer, but Luce beats me to it. "Yes. Yes, he is." She says happily. "See you in the morning, mother."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Valencia." I say, kind of embarrassed and I carry Luce to her room. I carefully set her down on the bed and she lays there, smiling softly. I laugh as I close her door softly. "Why are you smiling?" I ask her, curious.
She sits back up, and shrugs. Then she smiles even more, and says, "You make me happy. Well... more confused than happy. But, when you're here... I feel happy. You do realize that I'm going to make this as difficult as possible for you, right?" She says, and I'm speechless.
My whole body warms up by her words, and I sit by her. She's smiling at me, and cuddles with me. It's more like she's drunk than really tired. But equally as cute. I'd probably ruin the moment if I started hounding her with my questions... it could wait... for now.
Right now, she wanted me. Well, her actions were saying that. I kick off my shoes and lay back against the headboard, and she sighs contently. "This is nice," I murmur to myself. She nods, and I stiffen, thinking she already fell asleep.
"This IS nice..." She whispers, then suddenly sits straight up. "I'm going to go change into something more comfortable. Be right back." She tells me, and my body hardens, thinking of lingerie. She shakes her head, thinking I was thinking what I WAS thinking. I grin at her, not ashamed of my thoughts.
When she disappears behind the door, I stand up, kicking off my pants and removing my shirt, leaving me in my boxers. I know I have a great body, due to dozens of girls telling me that while we... I am a whore. She deserves better than me. But... damn, I'm so selfish.
She comes out and she takes my breath away. Her hair is down and slightly wet around the hairs around her face. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra... and her light tank top had ridden up so I could see part of her belly. Her sleeping shorts WERE like underwear.
I ignore the stirring in my groin and get under the covers with her. Her hands go on my chest and it gets hard to breathe. She unknowingly traced patterns into my skin, and my thumb was rubbing on her hip. She snuggles closer to me and I sigh happily.
"Don't you feel guilty?" Her soft voice asks me, and I really don't know what she means.
"What are you talking about?" I ask her back, sending her a confused look. She sighs, her peaceful mood gone.
She pulls away from me, a frown on her lovely face. "What do you mean, what am I talking about? I'm talking about Lexi." She tells me, getting louder. "Don't you feel the least bit guilty about being here with me, when you should be with her?"
I shrug, pulling her closer to me, missing her body touching mine. "I'm pretty sure she's with another guy right now anyways." I say, then cringe at how bad that sounds. She drops her gaze downward and nods. Then she laughs.
"Damn, I should've known." She says, almost to herself. Then her head drops to my chest and her breath evens out and slows down. She's asleep. But... I'm really curious to what she was going to say.
(Luce's P.O.V.)
Last night... I do not remember. It's more like I'm drunk when I'm that tired. All truthful, and... happy. I'm pretty sure if Evan did even something remotely nice for me, I would've done something... to thank him.
I was dressed, and we go to his house so he can change, and take a shower. I get uncomfortable sitting on his bed, waiting for him to hurry up, so I decide to snoop around. His room is nice and clean, which surprises me. Pictures of his family, friends... Lexi. In very little clothing. I turn away, disgusted. Then I'm hurt.
Evan comes back in and I put on a fake smile. "Ready?" I ask him, and he nods.
Next, we walk around the park, just having a good time. Then at 7 he takes me to a Karaoke place. Really? I like singing too... more rapping, but still. He tries to make me sing or participate in something, and I shake my head and tell him maybe later. He actually volunteers! He sings "Burn" by Usher. He actually
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