Chapter Three

 Chapter Three - Atlantic

Macy's POV

Kyle is the first to enter, opening those glass doors that look really intimidating. I gulped some much-needed air, staring at the many faces inside the too-small restaurant. I could already feel claustrophobic just by looking at it. I could hear the shouts, the praises as Kyle made his presence known. I rolled my eyes, knowing that we would be surrounded by their many admirers. I reach for my ponytail, separated my black tresses in two, and pulled them away from each other until the scrunchie got tight enough to my liking. 

I breathed out when the presence of Korey comes behind me. I could smell his scent, a tinge of mint and aftershave. He sees me staring at the crowd of rowdy teenagers circling around Kyle, bombarding him with questions. He knew his turn was coming next. "You know you should try to loosen up, it's not like they could do anything to you, Kyle and I are here." He said. But that's the thing, when I wasn't around Korey or Kyle they treat me like I was dirt under their expensive shoes. Given I didn't talk much, not that I wanted to talk to snobby rich kids anyways. But it still bugged me that when I was around the boys they'd somehow magically get nicer towards me. They would lose their scowls and judgmental eyes but it wasn't the same when I was alone. I guess this is what I get for being friends with the most popular guys in the school. 

And to top it off, they were the optimum of drop-dead gorgeous. Yeah, I was doomed from the start to get those hateful glares from the girls. I feel a weight on my shoulders and I'm brought back to reality. I turn and look up to face Korey, squinting when the ray of the sun almost blinds me. "Come one." He urges pulling me along with him, his arm securely tugging me closer to his way too tall body. His scent is stronger now, almost suffocating. My heart leaps before it starts pounding uncontrollably. My palms itch to wrap around his torso to hold him but I fought against it. There wasn't a reason for me to make the girls think we were together or give them more reason to treat me like poop. 

His shoulder opens the door and like a magnet, everyone is dawn to him. I feel myself shrink in his arms and the familiar feeling of nervousness clawing at my body. Sensing this, he squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "Korey, man are you coming to that party tonight?" A boy with sandy brown hair asked him. I could swear that I had seen him before in one of my classes. He was probably one of those kids who sat at the back and put their feet up on the desk to act cool. 

"Korey you still owe me that drink." A girl giggles flirtatiously. Blonde hair with blue ends flowed down her back. The crop top she wore, showed off the navel piercing that almost had me cringing. The ripped shorts were too tight for her and I wondered how she was able to walk. Questions upon questions were flying toward Korey and I was seriously getting annoying. It wasn't like they wouldn't see him tomorrow. At least let me get my food first before I have to suffer from hearing ridiculous flirting.  

I pulled Korey's arm off my shoulder and sneaked away from the crowd. It was a small crowd compared to when we were at school. I spotted Kyle at one of the tables and when he saw me he called me over. "Are you guys celebrities and y'all failed to mention it to me?" I groaned plopping down on the seat. I reach over for the menu and used it as a desperate way for a fan. With all those teenagers crowding me, I really thought I would suffocate. Kyle throws his head back and gives off a laugh. "Maybe we are." He chuckles then shrugs. "Or maybe we're just that handsome and cool, I mean who could resist us?" I snorted and fixed my glasses. "I do." 

Kyle raised his eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like it to me." As soon as those words slip past his lips he looks over to Korey. My heart drums in my chest. Does he know that I have a crush on Korey? Did I just admit that I like Korey? Oh god, what's wrong with me? But he doesn't add on to it, thankfully. "Did you order already?" I question even though I knew the answer. It was just a feeble way to change the subject. 

He shakes his head and picks up the menu and studied it. "What's the point of us even looking through the menu, we already know what's on there." He chuckles and throws it down on the table. I shrugged and threw mine down also. "True." I smiled looking over at Korey. He looked uncomfortable and a slight bit annoyed. I couldn't help but let a silent chuckle slip past my lips. "What's so funny?" Kyle questions pulling out his phone. "Korey's face, he looks constipated." I giggle, looking away from him. "I'm telling him you said that." Kyle sings, mischief gleaming in his eyes. I narrow my eyes at him. "Tattletale."

He pokes out his tongue childishly and goes back to tapping away on his phone. "Why are you calling him a Tattletale?" Korey's voice questions behind me. It startles me enough to knock down the salt on the table, the contents spilling. "Still clumsy." Korey clicks his tongue and sits down. His chair was opposite mine which made me get a great view of him. 

"She called me a Tattletale because I threatened to spill that she said you looked constipated," Kyle says still typing away to god knows whom. It was probably one of those poor girls who thought they had a chance to stop his player ways. Kyle settling for one girl, yeah that was a joke. I kicked his shin beneath the table, taking pleasure when I hear his of pain. "So finally got rid of those admirers of yours?" I question trying and failing to divert the question. "So I looked constipated huh? Want to know how I look when I'm cumming?" He smirks, making Kyle burst into loud laughter. It draws attention toward us and I feel myself shrinking into the seat. 

My brows furrowed before my eyes widen in understanding. I stumbled over my words not knowing how to respond to them. But I knew for sure I was bright as a tomato right now. "Korey baby." A feminine voice calls out before a sickening sweet perfume envelopes us. Kyle lets out a grunt of displeasure but doesn't say anything. I look at her, watching as her blonde curly hair spills over her shoulders. The leather skirt she wore enhanced her curves and the crop top was so tight that her boobs were screaming to be free. Didn't her parents see how she dressed before she left their house? If my dad saw me dressed like that I'd get an ass whopping for days. 

She turns to face me, her baby blue eyes clashing into my own. Resentment swims in those blue eyes as they regarded me before she schools it. "Macy." 

"Becky." I retorted back.

Chapter Two

 Chapter Two - Aiden and Kyle

Macy's POV

I wandered downstairs, already knowing what to expect from hearing the shouting from the boys. I groan rolling my eyes when I reach the bottom. "You guys are loud," I whine walking over to the three boys on the couch. They were busy watching football. "Fucking Christ, did you see that?!" Aiden yelled, tossing some popcorn at the tv. "Boo!" He grunted before taking a handful of popcorn and stuffing his mouth. "What a fucking loser!" Kyle agreed, his face had turned a shade of red. Either he was mad or he was currently suffering from the heat in this house. 

"Esse cara é foda!" Korey chuckles. The rest join him and I'm left utterly confused. Does Aiden even know what Korey just said? Am I seriously being ignored here? Letting out a breath of irritation, I stomped over to the kitchen, leaving the boys screaming at the television. So much for "hurry up and get ready." I take off the scrunchie that was wrapped around my wrist and weaved my silky brown hair through it until the strands were off my back. Some tendrils still fluttered on my forehead but it wasn't enough to irk me. "Morning mom." I greeted her. She was busy cooking lunch, her back facing me as she circled a spoon in the pan before her. 

She turned around just enough so I could see her face to send me a warm smile. "Morning baby, you woke up late. You're lucky I saved you some breakfast, your dad and brother almost finished it all." She laughed. I sat down on one of the stools, resting my forearm on the cold marble counter. "Well technically I woke up early, I was just busy reading that's all," I admitted sheepishly. She puts off the stove, spoon in hand as she twirls around to face me. A red sauce coated the spoon, its scent making my belly grumble. She walked over to me. 

"How many times must I say that your stomach comes before books Macy? Books can wait, I do not want you to starve." She scolds nearing me. I chew on my plump bottom lip and looked down in shame, feeling like a little kid. "I know mom. This one was just--" I looked for a word to describe the book I had yet to finish. "Interesting." I finished off with a blush. I prayed my mom wouldn't notice my now redden face. I should've left my hair down. She holds out the spoon and gestures for me to taste. I ran a finger on the spoon, and the sauce covers it. I draw it to my mouth and suck in the delicious sauce. "Hmm." I moaned, sucking my finger. 

Mom's eyes widen in satisfaction, a beaming smile plastering on her lips. Her hair falls loosely over her shoulder, the tips softly touching the end of her blue t-shirt. Her eyes crinkle at the corner as she continues to smile. She hadn't aged a bit. She was exactly the same, beautiful. Explains why dad can't leave her alone. "It's good?" She questions though she already knew the answer to this question. "When have you ever cooked anything disgusting? Well, apart from that turkey last year that you burnt." I giggled. She narrows her eyes that were identical to mine. The glasses slide down my nose a tad bit. I pushed it back into place and smiled at mom. "Now can I have my breakfast mom?" I asked. 

"Mrs. Fernandes, can I have some breakfast too?" Korey comes strolling in. He stops behind me, his body emanating a roll of heat. His shirt brushed my back and I involuntarily suck in a sharp breath. Stop it, Macy, he's your best friend. "Mace what's the point of eating when we're about to head to Atlantic?" He laughs and tugs my ponytail. I twist my head to look at him. Brown eyes meet honey brown eyes and we stare. "What's the point of asking for breakfast when we're about to go?" I countered back. I turn around and shrugged. "Besides I skipped breakfast earlier and I'm famished." 

"Now who's fault is that?" I could hear the evident amusement in his tone. The way his voice took a husky edge when he usually tries to rattle me up. "You should really blame Caden for your hunger. If you weren't busy--" I turned around swiftly, my face said it all. I was embarrassed and annoyed that he would joke around now that my mom was present. For God's sake, she didn't even know I owned these books. I sneak off to buy them at the local library. Whenever dad gave me money to spend, I would save it to buy them. Now my secret was not so much of a secret anymore and all thanks to the honey-browned boy staring back at me. He found this amusing, what a so-called friend he is. 

But you haven't been thinking about him in a friendly way, now have you Mace? My conscience mocked me. I got off the stool and clutch his hand, tugging him along with me. "Leave the breakfast mom, I'm going to Atlantic!" I shout over my shoulder. She answers with a giggle. Great now even my mom found me amusing. Korey's chuckle pisses me off and leads me to drop his hand. I turn around to glare at him but I'm not so sure I looked the least intimidating. His finger came to massage the crease between my eyebrows. "Don't frown Mace, you'll get wrinkles on that pretty little face of yours." 

I stepped away feeling a slight tingle where his finger touched my skin. I turn around and walk over to Kyle and Aiden. Their eyes were fixated on the television, both too transfixed to realize that I reached for the remote. Their eyes gleam with anxiety as they focus their gaze on the screen. My finger hovers over the off button before I finally pressed it. The screen goes blank and the boy's mouth drop. "What the--" Aiden started but I swiftly sent him a glare. "If you finish that sentence I'll tell dad when he comes home from work," I warned. He grumbles something under his breath before crossing his arms. He was two years younger than I yet he acted like he was the older one. He was the younger version of dad. At just the age of fifteen, he was almost the same height as Korey and had girls falling at his feet. 

I turn to Kyle, seeing that he still staring at the black screen in obvious confusion. "Let's go, Kyle I'm hungry," I say and turned around to stomp to the front door. "Where are y'all going?" I could hear Aiden question them. "Atlantic," Korey responded. I open the front door not caring if they followed after. I spot Kyle's red Subaru and strolled over to it. My converse hit the pavement with a thud. I could distinctly hear their loud footsteps following after me. "Someone's impatient to head to Atlantic's. Though I think you're impatient to get back to your reading." Korey teases me when he caught up to me. I ignored him opening the car door and climbed inside. The short ripped jumpsuit I wore showed off the smooth creamy skin of my thighs. I shifted myself to get more comfortable on the seat. Korey's eyes flicker to my thighs before he swiftly averted his eyes, closing the door harder than necessary. 

Both he and Kyle opened their door simultaneously and closed it. Korey turns in his seat and sends me a wink. "Don't worry Mace, we'll get you back to your reading. Then we can practice what you've been taught." A red blush crawls up my face and coats my cheeks. Kyle laughs and mumbles something incoherent. "Shut up," I mumble and stare out the window. Kyle starts up the car and a second later we are on our way to Atlantic. I hate Atlantic, it was too crowded. Reeked of teenagers, though I was one I didn't want to associate myself with them. They were rude and snobby. I only went there because of Korey and Kyle.

Sealed with a Kiss

Chapter One - The Boys

And he thrust into her core, pumping his length until she could only feel him. A breathless moan escaped her lips. The tantalizing sound sent pleasurable shock waves through his body. Her hips rocked bringing him further into her until--

"Hey little Mace, we've come to steal you from your books for a while." Kyle burst through the door, Korey following closely behind him. 

A gasp escapes her lips and she quickly places the book on the bed. Her cheeks heat up quickly with a blush as she fixes her glasses. Oh god, this is embarrassing. She thought as she pressed her back further on the headboard. Kyle plops down on the bed, spreading his arms and legs on the soft mattress. "I'm jealous of your bed." He groans stretching further until his hands hit her thigh. 

She could feel Korey's eyes on her, studying her until she couldn't take it anymore, and snapped her eyes to his. Those blue eyes had her sucking in a breath and she quickly looks away. "What were you reading there Mace?" His tone holds a tinge of amusement. Before she could answer him, he reached over and quickly grasp the book. "Hey!" A silent protest leaves her parted lips. She gets up quickly, her feet hitting the wood with a stomp.

 Her brown loose wavy hair falls wildly over her shoulder. It reached almost to her bum, but she had no intentions of cutting it. Korey chuckles, outstretching his hands away from her so she couldn't reach. His honey brown eyes scan the words and her heart thuds. Oh god please don't read it out loud. She silently begged in her head as she tiptoed to grasp the book from his hands. She let out a frustrated breath when it was futile. He was taller than her that was for sure. She could hear Kyle's amused chuckles as he watch her struggle to get a hold of the book. What best friends I have. She thought sarcastically.

"And he thrust into her core--" Korey begins, his eyes quickly snapping to hers. Her breath hitches when those swirls of brown turn a shade darker. His brow raises in amusement as he studies her. "Now Mace, aren't you a bit too innocent for these books?" He asked in a mocking tone. His black hair curls on his forehead, his lashes so long that she was embarrassed to admit she was jealous of their length. Straight nose leading to a set of soft lips, so plumped that was now curled into a smirk. He was so handsome. 

The current blush on her face grows a shade darker. She was sure she looked like a red truck. Kyle's laughter floats through the room, his voice so loud that she feared her parents would come and see what was the cause. She didn't want to be embarrassed in front of them, knowing Korey, he wouldn't miss the chance too. No one knew of her secret stash of erotic romance novels she has hidden under the bed. But now her secret was now in the open. She groaned aloud, curling her fingers into a fist before punching Korey in his torso. He lets out a stunning breath, and she uses it to jump slightly to pry the book out of his hands. 

"Why did mom let you guys in?" She whined feeling utterly mortified that Korey had read those words louder than necessary. She quickly places the book in the waistband of her sweatpants. Hoping Korey wouldn't try to have a hold of it again. His brown eyes flicker to the book in her sweatpants and a twinkle of mischief passes through his striking brown eyes. She shakes her head swiftly, jumps on the bed, and ends up tumbling on Kyle. "Shit Mace, I think you broke my damn hand." He grunts, pushing her off. "Stop being dramatic you big baby." She laughed and lay down on her stomach. The book is pressed against her front in the most uncomfortable way but she refuses to turn up-right in case Korey makes another way to pry it away from her.

Korey smirked, flashing his white pearly teeth. "Are you trying to keep Caden close to your pussy?" He was referring to the male character that was pummeling the female character in the book. She gasped at his crude remarks feeling her face heat up more than it had. She didn't know it was possible. "Eu tenho que dizer que estou com ciúmes." Korey chuckled. 

"Oh deus, outro dia terceira roda." Kyle answers. Macy couldn't understand their language and they always used it against her. "Oh come on guys, you know I can't understand when y'all speak Portuguese." She groaned in protest. Kyle sits up to reach over and ruffle her hair. "Then what can we have against you?" He laughs. She swats at his hand and blows away the strands that got on her face. "Why are you guys here so early anyways, it's just nine a.m.?" She found herself asking, shifting in a way to be more comfortable with the book pressed to her front. Korey notices and sends a flash of mischief but she glares, stopping whatever he would've said next. 

He comes to sit on the bed, a little bit too close to her. She could take a whiff of his cologne and almost moan aloud. He's your best friend Macy, stop thinking of him in this way. She warned herself. She blamed the erotic romance novels she read. "It's not early nerd, you've just mad we interrupted your book session. Though I'm mad you've never told me about your little fantasies." Korey chuckles. Macy gasp and slaps his muscular thigh. "These aren't my fantasies." She argues, though her voice becomes doubtful even to her own ears. "Our little Mace is not so innocent anymore Korey." Kyle laughs, high-fiving Korey over her head. She lets out a puff of annoyance. 

"Would you guys stop?" She whined feeling utterly mortified. "We'll stop if you come to Atlantic with us." Kyle insisted. Atlantic was a small restaurant a couple of minutes away from her house. This is where many teens would come to eat and talk with their friends instead of doing their homework. As much as she hates socializing, Korey and Kyle made sure she came along with them everywhere. 

"Fine but let me have a shower and get dressed first." Macy grunts and gets up. "Careful there amor, don't want your book falling out. I'd love to know more of your fantasies for future purposes." Korey jokes but somehow she could hear the tinge of seriousness in his voice.