"Megan C cups." He grinned as my favorite dotted bra was crushed in his chest.
"Shuddup…" I mumbled as I kissed him. I felt his hands removing my shorts and I kicked them off once they were in my ankles. He was already in boxers. I felt a nudge in my pelvis area and knew it was time. Just when he was to unclasp my bra—still kissing— the door to the shed opened and we jumped away from each other and faced a furious…
…Evan…
He just stood there and glared, his eyes moving from my bra to Finn's half-naked body and our surrounding. He suddenly huffed when he saw something in the stool. I took my eyes off him and checked it out. Sure enough there it was, a condom, with all its awkwardness hanging around. The tension was huge, a whole 5 minutes passed when suddenly Finn spoke.
"What are you doing here, Evan?" Finn said slowly.
"I would love to ask the same question." Evan scoffed.
"None of your business." I said with gritted teeth.
"What if I want to make it my business?" He demanded.
"Then that's your problem!" I exploded. Finn grabbed my wrist and pulled me close.
"Stop touching her." Evan suddenly whispered. He looked… kinda pained.
"Why?" Finn challenged.
"Mom and Dad will just love this." He suddenly said. Great, blackmailing. He had gone to the lowest levels of social survival.
Finn suddenly pointed to the backpack in his hand that I hadn't noticed earlier.
"Where are you going?" Finn asked. Evan glared at him and ignored the question.
"It's nice to know there was a party tonight…" Finn suddenly blackmailed Evan, "…Weren't you grounded?"
"Weren't we supposed to keep hands-off on Megan?" Evan said sarcastically.
"Stop it you guys!" I said.
They both looked at me. I looked at Finn, his eyes held so much love. I, then, turned to Evan, his eyes held hate.