Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
“ Y o! Wait up, man. Where you running off to?” Denny calls out as he jogs to catch up to me.
“The bar. I want to get an early start,” I tell him. We’ve just finished our last lecture for the day. Mabilia asked how I juggle it all. I told her Denny runs most of the bar shit for me. It wasn’t a lie, but I didn’t tell her how much of a time-suck that place still was. I need to make time to see her, which means I need to get an early start on getting shit done at the bar.
“Why?” Denny asks.
“Because unlike you, I have other things I’d rather be doing than hanging around an old bar.”
“Other things like Mabilia?” He shakes his head.
“What’s your problem with her?” I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him.
“I don’t have a problem with her . She’s a cool chick. My problem is how reckless you are being with her ,” Denny says.
I told him about the whole mob boss encounter the other night. I haven’t seen Mabilia since then. It’s been three fucking days since I’ve seen her, other than through the screen of my phone. I wonder if this is how crack addicts feel when they’re hankering for their next hit.
“I’m not being reckless. I know what I’m doing,” I tell him.
“Famous last words,” he says.
I check the time. It’s almost three. “Change of plans. I’ll meet you at the bar. Later.”
“You know guys our age get arrested for hanging around high schools,” Denny yells after me as I walk off.
I hold up my middle finger over my head at him. Mabilia is more mature than both of us put together. She’s eighteen. Two years younger than I am. It’s not that fucking much.
I pull up in front of her school a few minutes later and send her a message.
Me:
I’m waiting for you out front.
Mabilia:
Out front of where?
Me:
Your school.
Mabilia:
Men get arrested for doing that, you know.
I roll my eyes. That’s the second time someone has said that to me in less than an hour.
Me:
I’ll take my chances. You’re worth it.
Mabilia:
I’ll be out in a sec.
I watch the students flock out of the building, searching through the crowds until I see her. She’s walking with a guy who has his arm wrapped around her shoulder. A guy who isn’t her brother. They’re whispering together, and then she looks up. Her eyes connect with mine and she smiles. The guy leans in and kisses her cheek. He looks right at me and holds up a middle finger.
Mabilia elbows him in the stomach before she shrugs out of his hold and runs up to me. Her arms wrap around my neck and her lips slam onto mine. The world disappears as her tongue slides into my mouth.
“I missed you,” Mabilia whispers into my lips, pulling away slightly.
My arms tighten around her back and I tug her against me, my hard cock pressing into her stomach. “Not as much as I missed you,” I tell her.
“I don’t know. My panties are soaked right now.” She smirks at me.
Fuck me. My cock strains against my pants. “You free this afternoon?”
“Uh-huh. What do you want to do?”
“You.” I laugh.
“Sounds like the best idea you’ve had all week,” Mabilia says.
“Your friend is looking at me like he wants to rip my head off,” I tell her, glaring back at the asshole watching us from the parking lot. Except he’s not alone now. There’s another kid with him, wearing a matching glare.
Mabilia turns her head. “Not my friends. My cousins,” she groans. “Get me out of here before they do actually rip your head off.”
“Your chariot awaits.” I walk around to the passenger side of the car and open the door for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she says.
As I pull away from the school, I can hear Mabilia’s stomach growl. “You got a monster in there?” I ask her. “Did you eat lunch?”
“I didn’t have time,” she says.
“Change of plans. I’m taking you to eat first.”
“Or you could take me to your place and feed me your cock.” Mabilia’s hand runs up my thigh.
“As fucking tempting as that sounds, you need food. Then I’ll happily feed you my cock.”
I drive to a local diner. We grab a booth and I order a burger and fries while Mabilia orders pasta and a vanilla milkshake.
“How’s your week been?” she asks me.
“It’s looking a lot better now that I’m seeing you.”
“You’ve seen me.” She rolls her eyes.
“On the phone. I can’t touch you through the phone,” I remind her.
“You’re not touching me now either.” She pouts.
I stand, sliding out of my side of the booth and relocating myself to hers. My hand rests on her bare thigh. “Is that better?”
“A little higher,” she whispers.
“ That you will have to wait for. I’m not risking anyone else seeing what you look like when I make you come apart screaming my name,” I tell her. “Now, eat your food. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can start.”
“My mom wants you to come over for dinner. But you don’t have to. I mean, I don’t expect you to,” Mabilia says, changing the subject. Her fork twirls around the pasta on her plate.
“When?”
“Friday,” she says.
“Do you want me to?” I ask her.
“I don’t want you to if you don’t want to.”
“Mabilia, do you want me to have dinner with your family?” I repeat.
“I want my family to like you as much as I do. I want them to see how good you are and that you’re not a threat,” she says.
“Okay then, I’ll come to dinner.”
“You know, not many men can say they’ve walked out of a room after being confronted by my father or grandfather.” She smiles.
“I can believe that,” I admit. “I Googled love at first sight.”
“And what’d you find out?”
“That it’s usually one-sided, or a chemical reaction.”
“It’s not one-sided. And it’s not just a chemical reaction either. I don’t know how I know. I just do.” Her smile widens. “I swear I’m not a stage-five clinger, but if you try to leave me, I’m going to chain you up in the dungeon and keep you forever.”
“I’m not leaving you,” I tell her. I have no plans to leave her. I don’t know how I know that either. But she’s it for me.