Scourge and Rosy belong to Sega.
Ch. 2 Date with a Sexy Asshole
I awoke to the loud sound of my portable iMac ringing. I groaned, rolling to press the mute button. I stopped myself when I saw it was a video call from my maids. I sat up in my bed and answered it. Tina and Trina's warm faces filled the screen. Though their names were similar, they didn't look nor act anything alike. Tina had long strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, soft blue eyes, large childlike eyes, freckled cheeks and a very sweet but dizzy personality. Trina on the other hand had dark chestnut skin, light brown eyes, short shoulder length auburn hair and a fierce but motherly personality. They were the people who basically raised me. Most of the time I called Tina "Mommy" and Trina "Momma bear." "Rosy," they exclaimed in unison.
"Hey guys," I said with a smile.
"How's Puerto Rico," Tina asked.
"Sunny and hot."
"Meet any hot guys," Trina asked. Scourge popped into my head.
"Just this one guy…"
"Details," they yelled.
"Well the boys dragged me to a party last night and Scourge –that's his name – saved me from this drunk boy. We talked for a little while and he told me to meet him later today."
"What's he like," Tina asked.
"He's mean to me." They giggled.
"You know you like it though," Trina teased. I blushed.
"Hey, I'm not complaining."
"Just don't get yourself hurt now, hun."
"I won't momma bear." I looked at the clock. 11:30. Shit! "I gotta go guys. Talk to you later," I told them before ending the call. I ran out of bed and hopped in the shower in my personal bathroom. I took a quick shower before getting dressed in a pair of ripped light wash jean shorts, a red tank top with a light was no sleeved half jean jacket with a pair of red Ed Hardy's. I left my hair in its curly state, just put a few red extensions in it. Throw in a lot of bracelets, my ruby eyed skull pendent necklace, some money in my pocket and I was out the door. It was a long walk to the beach but I didn't mind it. I liked walking anyway. When I approached the beach, I saw him lounging on the beach. He was wearing a fitted plaid green and black button up short sleeved shirt that exposed his arm muscles, black shorts, and a pair of black Vans. His short spiky green hair was messy, still falling above his eyes. In the light, I could now see his tanned skin, arched eyebrows, strong jaw and the tattoo was clearer to see. IT was a picture of what looked like a black raindrop with a name written in red in it. It was so small and I was still a little far so I couldn't read it. I poked his arm as I went to sit next to him. He smirked at me. "I came," I said. He nodded, opening his arms. "You're still an asshole." He chuckled, putting his arms down. I looked out over the ocean. It was now a deep blue color with the occasional white caused by the waves. I could see slight dolphin fins and small fish as they popped in and out of the water.
"Beautiful huh," he said. His accent was still strong but it was somehow easy to understand what he was saying.
"Yea, it's like a dream."
"Mmm." I raised an eyebrow.
"You moan a lot."
"I'm not moaning. And you call me mean." I heard the smirk in his voice.
"Because you are mean."
"Hey, I saved you from a inútil pedazo de mierda. I think you should give me a little credit."
"Ha, in your dreams." I felt his hands grab my shoulders and my back hit the sand again. He smirked down at me.
"You're easy to pin you know that?"
"I wasn't ready."
"So you say."
"I bet I can pin you."
"You can try."
"You have to get off first."
"Nope. Do it while I'm pinning you."
"Fine." I pushed at his shoulders, rolling my own body, trying to flip our position but he was hard as a rock. I felt his muscles flex as I actually used some of my strength. Somehow he kept me pinned to the ground. I hit his arm. "Okay, you win." His smirk grew.
"Alright. How about I let you-" I flipped him over, landing on top of him, my hands holding his shoulders down. He raised an eyebrow.
"Watch and learn, right?" He chuckled.
"Yea, yea. Now let me up."
"Naw, I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Am I comfy?"
"No!"
"Mmm, I think I am. To you anyway." I rolled my eyes, getting off of him.
"Why'd you even tell me to meet you here? There's nothing to do."
"We can find something to do. And I just wanted you all to myself." I blushed. He stood up, holding his hand out to me. "C'mon, let's go walk or something." I got up, without taking his hand.
"Okay." He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. I felt my stomach fill butterflies and my nerves get jumpy but I didn't pull away. He started walking along the beach with me in tow.
"So tell me about yourself," he said.
"What do you wanna know?"
"Everything."
"Be specific."
"Hmm. Favorite color?"
"Black."
"Says the girl with pink hair." I shoved him.
"Whatever. Next question."
"Favorite song."
"Rebel Love Song by Black Veil Brides."
"Fave band?"
"Linkin Park."
"Fave book?"
"The Women in Black."
"You like horror books?"
"Oh yea! But I have read that book 10 times already and it never gets old. I still scream, cry and halfway wet my pants." He chuckled. "You should read it, it's really good."
"Hmm, I'll think about it. But I'm just afraid one of my sisters or brothers will pick it up and scare themselves silly." I giggled.
"It's not scary all the time, ya know. Just don't let them read the end." He chuckled.
"Okay. Fave movie?"
"The Exorcist." He shuddered. I laughed. "It's not that scary."
"Yea okay, tell me that the next time I walk in to see my brother and his girlfriend watching it and I almost shit my pants." I giggled.
"If you watch it with me, it's not that scary. You just make up funny stuff to shake off the fear. Like when she spits up when her head's spinning, like someone had too many drinks that night." He laughed.
"The scariest movie I've ever watched is Paranormal Activity 3."
"You thought that was scary? I thought it was interesting."
"You're interesting," he said, looking my face over carefully. I blushed.
"I'm weird, I know."
"Not weird. It's attractive." I blushed harder.
"Um. How about you? Fave color?"
"Jade green."
"Fave-"
"It's the color of your eyes." I stopped walking. I put my free hand on my hip. He smirked. "What?"
"You are a flirt, you know that?" He shrugged.
"How is it flirting when it's just how I feel?" I blushed harder, biting my lip to keep me from smiling. We started walking again. "Next question."
"Fave Song."
"Say by OneRepublic."
"Fave book."
"I am the Messenger."
"Fave band."
"Daughtry."
"You have a lot of English stuff."
"Yea, my dad lives in America. When I visit him, he shows me all this stuff."
"That's kool. Now, favorite movie?"
"The Expendables."
"Fave candy."
"Sour patch kids. Now it's my turn to interrogate. Fave candy."
"Sour patch watermelons." He chuckled.
"Fave actor."
"Leonardo Dicaprio."
"Fave play?"
"Romeo and Juliet."
"Fave poet."
"Edgar Allen Poe."
"Fave romance book."
"Hush, Hush."
"Fave singer."
"Amy Lee."
"Fave designer."
"Christian Audigier."
"Isn't that the guy who does Ed Hardy?"
"Yup," I said, holding up my shoe. He chuckled. I poked his tattoo. "Tell me 'bout your tattoo."
"It's a black rain drop with my little sister's name written in red. She died last year."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"You don't have to answer but what happened to her?" He sighed, sitting down on a lonely tree log on the ground, putting his head in his hands. I sat next to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me if it's too soon."
"No, it's okay. She was…murdered."
"Oh my God! I am so sorry!" He glanced at me before looking out at the ocean.
"Sometimes I wonder if there was something I could've done. Something I could've did to stop the attack. I mean I promised her that I'd never let anybody hurt her but…" He shook his head, his eyes lowering. I squeezed his shoulder. He looked up at me. I saw the tears in his eyes but I also saw the resistance to let them out.
"Need a hug?" He smirked but nodded. I opened my arms as he embraced me. He laid his head on my shoulder, his arms squeezing me softly. I felt myself melt into his strong arms. His body against mine felt so good. I unconsciously ran my fingers through his green hair. It was silky smooth and soft and warm. His skin was warmer than yesterday as well. I ran my hand through his hair a couple times before I heard him chuckle. "What?"
"Nothing, princess." I rolled my eyes, pulling away.
"See, so mean." He stuck out his bottom lip.
"Meanie," he said in a little kid voice. We both started burst out laughing. His laugh was really sexy. He stopped laughing and stared at me, his signature smirk on his face.
"Now what?" He shook his head, his smirk falling.
"I'm just trying to think of how not to fuck this up."
"What do you mean?"
"Nevermind. I'll tell you another time." He got up and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it this time. He smirked and pulled me up. We walked for the rest of the day, talking about our interests and our personalities. I told him how un-girly I was and he told me how he was a loner though he was the best basketball player on the island. He also had a big family but much bigger than mine. His dad had 3 other children with his wife in America while his mother had 2 other children with her boyfriend here. They had 5 kids together though. Scourge told me about the school system here, shocking me in some parts and I told him about my school, shocking him as well. We were from two totally different worlds but the same in a small way. He walked me home that night. "You wanna go out for a swim tomorrow?"
"Sure." He nodded. He leaned down and pecked a soft kiss at my cheek.
"I'll pick you up at 12." I let myself smile.
"Can't wait." He smiled, a very pretty smile at that, and let his lips brush mine gently before kissing my forehead. I blushed but was also a little disappointed that he didn't kiss me but we still had a whole summer ahead of us. But after summer ended, I'd have to go back to Hollywood. But his dad did live in America. Where though? What if I never saw him again? I didn't want that.
"Bye."
"Bye." He pecked one more kiss at my cheek before walking off. I watched him. Now that I thought about it, he did have the swagger of a basketball boy. He walked around the corner and he was gone. I went into the house to see my brothers standing there. "Yes boys," I said.
"Looks like pretty boy is gonna need a face rearrange I see," Randy said.
"Randy, come on. He's fine."
"For now. You spent the whole afternoon and some of the night with him. I think he needs to have a talk with my friend Mr. Fist." I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. Night boys."
"Night kiddo," they said in unison. I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. I flopped down on the bed. Scourge's ice blue irises were stuck in my head. That's just how I wanted it to be.
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