A/N- Ahh, you reviewers, followers, and readers make my days brighter!
So more of the morning after, yada yada… read and see what's up!
Rant of the Day- Why was summer school ever invented? Nobody fucking learns shit…just another way to throw much-needed money away on unnecessary shit. All the people that are there are people who barely getting through the system and couldn't care less! AHH, sowwie but I just needed to say something haha
CHAPTER 53
Day 75: Part 3
Meaningless sex is never really meaningless sex if you think about it. There's always a purpose behind it. Whether it be for coping or just to feel alive…there's meaning. There's a rising term amongst young fuckers, 'No Strings Attached'. For those who have no clue, basically, it means to have sex devoid of any personal emotions or fucking just to fuck—like a one night stand. Take it from a hooker, sex is always full of emotions—the only way to not feel anything for the person who is deep in is if you're secretly imagining somebody else doing the dirty deed.
Watching Punk as he dresses, every now and then winking at me or giving me a sly wag of the brow, my mind travels back to the night before. No point in denying anything that went down: we had sex. Rather, Phil made love to me, and I? My skin can still feel his fingertips glide, lips nibble and lick. My body still remembers the way that guy made it feel—shit, my abdomen tingles just thinking about it. What about my heart? Saying that EMOTIONALLY I felt nothing is a rotten lie because I do—but to be able to tag it as 'Love'? No… Don't get it twisted; I will always love Phillip Jack Brooks in that 'first love will never be replaced' way.
The beginning of the sun rising shows through the window hitting Phil in the face, he squints and pulls up his boxers, "Fucking sun…", he mutters under his breath
Quietly tittering, I drag myself in front of the mirror with both my panties and shirt wadded together into a ball, "Somebody's a werewolf this morning.", I taunt
He chuckles and encircles my waist from behind, kissing my temple, "I think you mean 'Vampire', sweetheart.", he says biting my neck
I wince and slap him, "Dick!", I whine. Focusing on my appearance, again—I STILL look like I just had sex. Without Phil's arms around me Wes's shirt fits me like a long ass oversized-sweater stopping barely at mid thigh, "This is why I hate having boys around me…always want to get in my panties.", I state playfully
Phil gasps near my ear, "How so?", he smirks, "In your panties like…this?", his hand disappears under the bottom of my shirt and starts fondling my intimate body part, I sigh, "Well, well, well…your dirty girl you've got no knickers on.", he says in a British accent, an attempt at one, "You're soaking…", he whispers huskily into my ear
As he fingers me, with hooded eyes, I stare at him doing so through the mirror in front of us which is quite erotic. The damned boy smirks at how I react to his ministrations. My legs close up on his hand and hand tightens around the wad as I ride out my orgasm, "Fucking…fucking…bitch.", I moan and he chuckles
While I regain feeling in my legs, Punk pulls on his pants and shirt. Deciding to get some revenge, I press myself to him and kiss him fervently…discreetly slipping my hand into his pants and begin to work him out. He groans against my lips so I travel to the spot behind his ear. His breathing accelerates as the speed in which I jerk him off does, "Marleene…I-I…I'm gonna…cum."
I giggle in his ear, "That's the point, darling.", my speed slows down and then I retract my hand going about like nothing happened. I hear Phil grunt, displeased, as I search for a jacket or the like in my bestfriend's closet.
Finding a lumberjack-esque sweater, I turn around to a frowning Chick Magnet. The look is quite comical which makes me laugh, "What's wrong?", I ask innocently. I pretend to be shocked at the sight of his erection, "Woah…best take care of the ehrm…situation…if you know what I mean.", I add with a wink.
"You're one hell of a tease. I gotta watch out for my virtue…you're both dangerous with that pretty little mouth and now those dainty little hands.", he says in mock innocence
Shaking my head and chuckling, I turn to fix up my hair, "Whatever 'virtue' you have is a HAD… what we did yesterday is anything BUT moral, big boy.", turning and walking up and near his ear, "For the record, while I might be 'dangerous' with my hands…my mouth…", I chuckle breathily, "that's something quite new a discovery.", the man stares at me in disbelief and his manhood going flaccid—well doesn't go. I chuckle, pat his chest, pick up my Jordans and saunter off towards the door.
Tiptoeing, trying to be as stealthy as a ninja, I sneak into Cher's room across the hall and I find her, unsurprisingly, passed out on the floor with a bottle of Jack in hand and Damian snoring his ass off on the bed. Internally snorting, I hunt around for some replacement shoes and socks. My eyes close in on these space-looking quilted boots that just call out to me…sparkle even. Throwing Cher another peek over my shoulders, I snatch them.
Quickly retreating out of the room, shopping bags that align along the wall catch my eyes. Why does this woman have everything I want? Peeking in a couple of them, I pick out a brand new lacy racy thong. For the sake of being decent…these shits are overrated. In another bag I find these crazy, tribal patterned tights and put those on too, "Mar? Tha' you?", asks a slurred voice
Clutching my shirt and panties, "Uh…yeah?", I turn to see a near asleep Cher
"Mkay…G'nigh'", she drops back on her pillow
Letting out my breath, I stuff my belongings in one of her cute little backpacks and head out. Not stealing…borrowing!
No sooner than I close the door do I start happy-dancing for being such a fucking ninja. Call me, Marleene-son… Caught up in my dance, I don't spot Punk way until I hear his muffled chortling. My dance stops and I embarrassedly pass him, smacking him in the process.
Shushing the staircase every time it creaks as we go down it, Phil still laughs making me turn around and shoot flaming daggers at him. At the bottom I pull on the boots and motion Phil to follow me inconspicuously.
Palming the chrome handle of the front door, I feel it stir and my heartbeat quickens. It opens revealing Thalia, Ramses with their baby, Hugo, in arms. They jump at the sight of us and we just stand there like deer caught in the headlights, "Hey, you guys.", I sing out scratching my head, eyeing a smirking Phil through my peripheral.
"Hello to you, too; I see that ya'll are, how should I say it? Refreshed?", replies a Ramses with a shit-eating grin
Facepalming, I feel Thalia side-hug me and rub my back roughly, "No se amberguenze, esta bien.", she giggles out making me all the more red
"Pero…es que…No es lo que ustedes, perversos, piensan!", I say trying to deny their suspicions
Ramses howls with laughter until tears stream down his face and poor little Hugo stares at him like he's a nutjob, "Entonces con que explicas…", he clears his throat, "Ay…Ay, Papi!", he mocks me
Stunned and rather mortified, I stare at the pair with mouth open and all. Phil closes my mouth whilst laughing, "Caught red-handed, doll. We plea the fifth, your honors.", he says lifting his arms
They're NEVER going to let me live this down… Elbowing the man who just gave our cover away, "We-we…you know what, I'm out this bitch.", I say pushing through but a hand holds me back, "What?"
A sympathetic Thalia flashes me a smile, "Ya sabes que no mas andamos jugando, querida. Eso no es nuestra problema, verdad hombre…?", she nudges her boyfriend and he nods stupidly, "Este buey fue para el baño y pues me dijo ver escuchado…ciertas cosas.", she finishes off trying her best nod to grin goofily or laugh
Completely humiliated, "Okay then…Phil and I are just gonna leave…", I tell them taking the man's hand, "I'll be seeing you…?"
Ramses pulls me into a loose hug, surely not wanting to crush his son, and whispers, "No que 'muy santa'?" , he chuckles
Thalia kisses both my cheeks and hugs me tight, "Si él te hace feliz, no dejes que te impiden esa felicidad…he oído que no has andado muy bien, entonces…Lo único que quiero es que estés bien, amiga. Hasta luego, Marleene…uh, you too, Phil.", she lets me go and I kiss Hugo and start out the door.
"Hasta la vista, sir…and you, too, Miss.", Phil replies with a wink
Frosty morning air greets me, if I wasn't awake yet…now I really fucking am. Hearing the door whoosh closed behind us, I shake Phil's hand out of mine and trudge down to the other side of the sidewalk completely ignoring the imbecile. Could've just done without the whole letting them know shit… Hugging myself, I head in the direction of downtown which isn't too far a distance.
"HEY…HEY!", yells Phil as he sprints towards me. I choose to pretend like it's just the wind. Catching his breath, "Mar, hold up!", and still I keep on walking.
Isn't until he attempts to make physical contact that I slap his hand away, "Leave me alone.", I tell him warningly
Passing by a group of kids waiting on the school bus, Phil corners me against a wall, "I'm not gonna lie, this little 80's look…", he pulls my shirt, "and your little temper is quite sexy, but why exactly are you upset? What'd I do this time?", he asks furrowing his brows
Looking off to the side I notice that the kiddos currently waiting on their bus are taking interest in our little display, mothers mean-mug me, "Get off me. There are children on the premises."
He chuckles in my ear, "I don't really give…just tell me what poked you the wrong way, no pun intended."
Wide-eyed at his boldness, "There's motherfuckin' kids here, dirty asshole.", sighing, "I don't appreciate the fact that you told my friends of our activities.", I tell him
He shakes his head with a smirk, "Wow, women ALWAYS overreacting.", he lifts off the wall and continues to walk in the same direction
Confused and still upset, I skid next to him, "Shit, can't really blame me when I'm only trying to protect myself from looking like a slut!
Punks pulls me to him, I struggle without much outcome, "Oh how you entertain me, beautiful. I don't really care what people think of me, and if they were really your friends, they wouldn't give either. Apart from said things, you're sexy and single—what else could they expect?"
Feeling like I'm losing this argument, if it even is one, "They'd expect me to fuck somebody who is SINGLE, too. Last time I checked, you're still with the ever lovely, Maria.", so much for not doing Maria how Noah did you…
As if having a spaz-attack, Punk pushes me away all quick about it and stomps away from me and onto the other side of the street entering the park. Sighing, I follow him not really wanting to walk by myself. Soon as I'm close up behind him, he 180s on me, "You think I fucked you?", his anger line protrude
The few people lounging around look at us and I start feeling awkward, "Can we not do this…here?", I mumble staring at my feet
"I don't care what you do or don't wanna hear!", he says even louder to prove his point, "If I'd fucked you, I woulda had my way with you not caring about what YOU wanted. I admit that's what I very damn well had the urge to do 'cus I am a warm-blooded man…and I haven't had sex with Maria since long ago.", he breathes, "BUT I didn't. Maybe it's that you're so stubborn and thickheaded that it can't get through to you that I fucking made love to you…I'm not preaching to being different from every other bird out there but when I say something : best believe I mean it. As for Maria…we both know she has been cheating on me…", he continues walking and people avert there curious and stunned stares. He's good with these speeches.
Confirmed. Walking next to him, I look around anywhere but him. Sneaking a peek his way, I see that he's caught up in thought. I take his hand in mine and pretend like it's nothing. Nearing the playground, I spot the tree where we laid on that day where he once asked me what we were, "I just don't wanna be a chess piece in your game—don't want that to have been some sort of revenge for Maria or for what I did all those years ago. I'm guilty but I might have just given you the gun…and it feels like you're aiming straight at my heart…", I say as if I'm talking to the wind
"Would've shot you way before you woke up, don't ya' think?", he says pulling me into him
"I don't know much these days…"
Way before all of this, this as in the happenings between October and now, a couple of small shops had been closed down and to be turned into a family-owned Denny's diner. Well true to what they said, now open stands the diner.
"Hey, let's check that out…", I nudge Punk, I'd never been to a Denny's before
"As the lady wishes…", he replies as he holds the door for me.
Inside the ambient is quite calm and relaxing. Earth tones with the lamps still turned on as daylight isn't as bright for the old one to be able to read their morning paper. What temps me straight away are the pies on display. My stomach growls but the sign says 'Wait to be seated.'. Where in the fuck is the waitress or the hell?
"Estella, you ain't my damn mother—so don't try to be one.", shouts a what I guess is an employee coming out of the boss's office. Estella? Walking towards us, I see that it's a woman about my age give or take a year. She's got that bob cut which suits her, she's white…anyway, she looks at us and smiles, "Good morning, I'm Effy. Follow me.", she leads us to a booth closest to the window. I push Punk into one side and I sit on the other. Effy hands us a menu, "I'll be over in a bit to take your orders…", she eyes me, "Take your time.", she smiles in my direction and heads off to wait on other tables looking in my direction every now and then
"Looks like she's digging the 80's look too, beautiful.", chuckles Phil as he looks over the menu
Rolling my eyes, "It's something called being friendly…something you should learn about."
"I'm quite friendly actually. Now, THAT'S what you call being too friendly.", he says with somewhat a tone of annoyance
I milk this, "You jealous, big boy?", I smirk
"Nope, not at all…", he replies not looking up
I snicker, "LIES!"
Effy returns with pen and pad in hand, "Okay, you guys set?", she asks looking between Phil and me
"I am.", I say before Phil has time to answer. She smiles at me, "I'd like the Original Grand Slam but can I switch the eggs with some hash browns and…", I look over the menu, "Ooh, and seasoned fries and a shake...chocolate."
"Shaken not stirred?", she ask with a mischievous smirk. I blush, "I think I can make that happen, dollface.", she says in a tone that makes me blush even more. Phil clears his throat, "How 'bout you?", she asks him
"Same as her except make the chocolate shake a Pepsi, please and thank you.", he replies sharply
"Alright, I'll be back."
"Oh hey, I'm Marleene and I don't like my shakes shaken but not stirred.", mocks Phil in a high-pitched voice
Scoffing, "Shut the hell up!", I kick his shin under the table, "Punkass."
Phillip winces but still smirks, "Aggressive.", he winks
In the midst of a heated argument on why Trish Stratus is better than Lita, Effy returns with a our plates with a skinny but curvy, middle-aged woman with the curliest of hair, dressed as if she's still a woman in her twenties, and caked up make-up on her ass going on about how it's not right to be the way she is and such. Typical money-wanting slut.
Phil smirks enjoying this while I clear my throat. People should have some sense of manners and leave their shit—wait, never mind. Effy rolls her eyes signifying her annoyance of the woman behind her, "Estella tend to the lovely pair.", she hands over the plates to this Estella woman
Groaning, Estella sets down Phil's plate and then turns to set mine down. Isn't until she sees my face that she nearly topples my chocolate on me. Staring at her, I start picking through the familiarities of which I feel like I know her, "Eres tu…", she whispers horrified
Gazing into her eyes, I figure out who she is. I know her. Hell, all this time I thought that she was dead—erased from the planet. This disgusting woman is my mother.
Standing up in a hurry, I push past her and start out the door not waiting on Phil or anything. The need to get as far away as I can from that dirty, waste of life is grand. I pull at my hair in desperate attempt to calm myself from not going back and causing another drama.
"Marleene!", yells Phil. I hear his footsteps as he runs to me but don't stop. He's walking next to me trying to get my attention, "What the hell happened?"
Stopping as soon as I deemed it far enough from the damned Denny's, "Don't ask. Talk to me about something else, Punk. Tell me something…anything—I need a distraction."
"Um…I ever mention anything about the time when my mom gave me the talk about the 'Birdies and the Bees'?"
Those laugh attacks when you're laughing so much that no sounds comes out but you're still laughing? Yeah, I'm having one of those. Phil walks besides me frowning at my making fun of the fact that his mother put it upon himself to stock him up with condoms once he turned 14.
Nearing Micks's house, I pulled him into a side-hug, "Aw, I'm sorry, Phil but…that was…", another spasm of laughter
"Fucking fantastic…", mutters Phil as he picks the lock and swings the door open. He shushes me and flips on the light and mumbles, "Oh fuck…"
Sitting with one shapely, long leg over the other, clad in knee-highs, tight jeans, beige leather jacket, apple-green shirt revealing some of her flat tummy, and tear-smeared makeup is Maria, lazily filing her nails…almost as if she's been waiting for us. She has. My mouth floors and I quickly let go of Phil.
"Good morning you guys, how was your guy's Valentine's Day?", she asks with fake innocence in her voice. She knows, fuck me.