I walk downstairs to the basement only to find Drew and Bianca making out on the couch and Dallas on the floor playing Call of Duty 2.
Lifting his headset away from his mouth, Dallas says, "Yo Torres, come join me, help me kick some 12 year old ass."
I shrug not really wanting to be around Drew and Bianca but knowing it was too late to turn around, "Okay," I say grabbing the second controller and joining Dallas on the floor.
Bianca notices I'm there and stops making out with Drew which causes Drew to pout, "Bee, why'd you stop?"
"I don't like audiences," she replies, but it didn't really sound like the real reason.
Dallas interjects, "You mean us? Trust me, Adam and I have more important things to focus on," Dallas says nodding toward the TV. Speak for yourself, I happen to be highly aware of what's going on behind me.
It's not that I like Bianca, we're not even really friends, I just have a hard time being around her and Drew. I don't know why. Since she started dating Drew we've had this undeclared truce. She stopped making snide insults and I stopped hating her.
"Yeah Bee, they're not watching," Drew reasons, trying to kiss Bianca again.
She swiftly turns her head and Drew gets her check, "Sorry babe, we'll continue when we're alone, I promise," Bianca says leaning in to give Drew a quick peck on the lips.
Drew pouts a little more but finely gives up, "Fine, then I'm going to play video games with the guys," he says sliding off the couch and onto the floor next to Dallas. "Pass me a controller," Drew demands.
To that Bianca just scoffs but doesn't say anything. I don't know why she puts up with some of Drew's childish behavior.
"Hey Torres, get your head in the game, I don't want to lose this one," Dallas says. I mentally turn my focus away from the pretty girl sitting on the couch behind me and back to the game. The whole time we're playing I can't help but get a feeling that there's a pair of eyes watching me as I play.
Between games I take a quick glance behind me and lock eyes with Bianca causing a shiver to shoot through me. She offers a quick smile and I just nod back before turning my head toward the TV. I can't believe she was actually looking at me, has she been doing that this whole time?
"Well I better get going," I hear her say from behind us.
Drew hops up, gives her a quick kiss goodbye, and manages a "Bye babe," before plopping back down on the floor. Really Drew? You're not going to walk her to the door. I can tell she noticed this too.
"I'm going to grab a drink from the fridge, you guys want anything?" I ask Dallas and Drew.
"Coke," Dallas replies.
"One for me too," Drew says.
I stand up and head for the stairs with Bianca in front of me. Not that I should be staring, but Bianca's ass is right in front of me as we walk up the stairs. For the thousandth time I think of how hot she is.
She goes to open the front door but pauses and turns to me, "Thanks for walking me to the door Adam," Bianca says looking appreciative.
"Uh I wasn't, it's just on the way to the kitchen," I shrug, hoping she doesn't see through me.
"Sure you weren't," she says playfully, offering me a wink that results in me blushing. Oh god, I hope she doesn't notice the affect she has on me.
I smile and say, "Goodnight Bianca."
"Goodnight Torres," she replies, and with that she's out the door. As soon as she's gone I miss her presence. Again, I don't know why I have these feelings, I seriously don't like her or anything.
I shrug away the thoughts, grab three sodas, and head downstairs.
I toss Drew his soda and hand the other to Dallas, "Did I miss anything?" I ask.
"Drew was just filling me in on how good of a kisser Bianca is," Dallas says teasingly. I guess it's time for some guy talk. I grab my controller and move to the couch as Dallas starts up another game. Dallas continues, "Come on Drew, I want details. Tongue or no tongue?"
Drew laughs at the question, "Definitely lots of tongue." I cringe as I picture it. I don't really want to hear any of this yet I can't move from the couch. I guess part of me is curious.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how good of a kisser is she?" Dallas asks. Rating girls seems kind of demeaning, but then again, I don't think girls really mind.
"Hard 10," Drew responds with a grin on his face, clearly thinking back to when they were making out.
"How is she at other things?" Dallas asks nudging Drew's shoulder and laughing.
Drew's grin widens as he thinks, "Dude, let's just say she's good at what she does." Thank god I'm spared the details.
But Dallas isn't satisfied with the answer, "You got to give me more than that!"
Drew chuckles, "She gives great head, the best I've ever had." Ugh, I really did not need that mental picture.
Dallas looks a little surprised but recovers quickly, "Just how far have you two gone?" He sounds curious, and so am I.
"That's as far as we've gone, but I hope to change that. Next week when mom and dad are gone for the weekend, I need you and Adam out of the house. That cool?" Drew asks.
Dallas nods, "Anything to help my bro get laid."
Drew laughs at that, "Thanks man, how about you Adam? Can you get lost?"
"Sure, I'll stay at Eli's," I say.
Drew seems pumped that his plan is going to work out, "Thanks guys, you are the best!"
Finally the topic changes and I can focus on the game again. After another hour of playing, we call it a night. I toss and turn all night. I can't get the images of Drew and Bianca out of my head. It shouldn't bother me as much as it does but it's all I can think about.
My alarm goes off at 6:30am but I was already awake. I got maybe an hour of sleep last night, which means this day is going to suck.
I head to the bathroom in hopes of beating Drew, which thankfully I did. He can take forever sometimes. I brush my teeth, gel my hair, and head back to my room. I put on my binder, then a white wife beater, slide on a black graphic tee, pull on some faded grey jeans, and finish the outfit with my favorite pair of white Jordan's.
"Drew! Adam! You don't want to be late!" I hear my mom shouting from the downstairs. As I'm heading out of my room, I put on my black ray ban sunglasses and grab my backpack.
I walk downstairs with Drew right behind me, "Ready to go?" I ask. I reach for the keys sitting on a stand by the door, "I'll drive."
"Yeah I'm ready. Bye mom," Drew says before he's out the door.
"By mom," I mimic as I walk out the door too.