Heeeey, sorry this took me so long. ): School's getting busy again. Thanks for all the positive feedback though. (: I love y'all.
Paco
Dios mio, the look on this mamacita's face is so priceless. The phone drops from her hand while the voice on the other end asked what the scream was for. Shrugging off the door, I go over to my cabin buddy. I lean close until my face is a few mere inches from hers. I stare on her lips like I'm completely turned on. "Wanna make it a reality, chica?"
Her breath hitches, giving me great satisfaction. There's some sort of squeal coming from the end of the phone that she doesn't seem to notice. She's totally focused on me, making me feel like I even more control of the situation. I weave my hand in her hair, checkin' her out again before grinnin' and moving so close that all I have to is pucker and our lips will touch.
"Tell me what to do, Mujer." I tease, bringin' my lips awfully close to her neck. She tips her head back, shutting those deep green eyes. I don't think she notices, or cares. I'm ready to go in for the kiss when a sweet but spicy scent fills my nose. Apples and cinnamon. It makes me think of apple pie. And damn it, I love apple pie. This really sucks, because I'm supposed to be the one that's makin' her uncomfortable, not the other way around.
"Oh! Am I interrupting something?" Someone says from the door. And just like that, whatever spell I had over Riley is gone. She says "No" while I say "Yes". Then, without a glance my way, she gets up, tellin' the person she was talkin' to adios. Her silky hair falls easily from my hands as goes over to the door.
I sit there, trying to decide who got the upper hand.
The last time I was at a campfire, I was seven. I was in the mountains with mi familia. Uncle Carlos rented it out and invited all of was just me, Rach, and our little brother Julio since all the others were asleep or freezing. I decided to see what would happen if I threw a rock on the fire. Not like some pebble, but a decent size rock. The pieces of wood snapped and sent embers all over. I have a burn mark on my wrist to prove it. Nearly burned the house down. It was the first time I ever saw mi papa really pissed off.
And now, here I am, bein' forced to sit in front of a fuckin' fire pit with a bunch of wannabe artistas. I swear if they make us hold hands and sing I am so outta here. I'll take a thousand more of mi papa's death glares before even consider holdin' a dude's hand. Fuck makin' me mi mama happy.
Mycabin mate – on the other hand - is surrounded by people. Somethin' about this chica seems familiar to me and it's been naggin' at me since I saw her. ¡Lo sé! Riley Everett. It was freshman year and we got assigned the same locker. She wasn't scared to tell me I was wrong. Era nuevo. But I admired her spirit. We actually shared a locker for a week. Then she stopped showing up. I dunno what happened.
Before I can think about it, something catches my eye. Mindy is standin' in front of the fire with the same Girl Scout outfit, which isn't really why I'm lookin' over. It's the guy beside her that makes my lip twitch up in amusement. He's dressed the same as Mindy, shorts showin' his chicken legs. They're all holdin' paper and crayons.
"Okay, campers," Mindy claps her hands together. "This is camp Councilor Brent." A few people mutter hellos while everyone else finishes up their conversations. "We're gonna do a little ice breaker since you might not know many people! So, when you get the paper draw something you value and tell us why."
The first few people to go up say that they value their friends or family or their art crap. Some kid says his car. Then it's my turn. All eyes are on me as I stand, their face mixed in shock and horror. "I value pot." I shrug, tossing my blunt into the fire. "Because it's – "
Before I can finish my explanation, I'm being hauled off the office by Brent.
