“Honey, what’s the occasion? Why are you so dressed?” Audrey’s voice echoed in the room, as she walked into her daughter, Tiffany, checking herself out on the mirror stand.
Tiffany glanced at her mother and smiled, “A party.”
“A party?”
“Yes mom, I got along with Brent’s friends, so they’ve invited me to a party.” She smiled, doing a final touch to her make up.
“That’s sweet to hear. Aren’t you dressed too much for a party or is there….?” Audrey eyed her suspiciously, her lips curved up with a teasing smile.
Tiffany, who seemed to understand what her mom was hinting at, broke out in laughter. “Oh mom, stop it already. It’s a party really, and I’m not too dressed, this feels lighter on me.” She started adjusting her dress.
“Alright dear, you’ll be back right?”
“That’s what I’m not sure about. But rest assured, if I don’t, I’ll sleep over at Brent’s place then return in the morning.”
“Is Brent going too?”
“Yeah, it’s his friends, so he’ll come too and he’s the one picking me up.” She smiled, trying hard not to blush in front of her mom.
“I’m happy you too got along quite well, especially given that Brent isn’t really much taller and seems too distant.”
‘If only you knew how much of a flirt, he is.’ Tiffany thought, laughing inside her.
“Why won’t he be nice to me, I’m his niece of course, plus I’m cute.” She giggled, grabbing her purse.
Audrey laughed, she was about to say something when a bike horn was loudly honked outside the house.
“He’s here. Brent’s here.” Tiffany smiled
“Mom, how do I look?” She said, swirling around.
“You look stunning dear, always beautiful.”
“Awwn, thank you mom.”
“Alright, go ahead, don’t keep him waiting.”
“Bye mom, see ya.”
With that, Tiffany hurried out of the house, walking up to meet Brent, whose hotness was overflowing as he was on the bike.
“Hello handsome,” she teased, coming to stand in front of him.
“Get on the bike now, else I won’t promise notnt kiss you right here. You know the consequences, right?” He said, flashing her a mischievous smirk.
“I’d love to dare you, but, no, I don’t wanna ruin tonight.” She smiled and grabbed the helmet from him, and then hopped on the bike.
“Guess what, Brent?”
“Don’t say anything to me, not yet.”
Tiffany frowned, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“I said, no words, Tiffany, please.”
Tiffany couldn’t understand what was going on with him, she doesn’t remember doing anything wrong to him, plus he was driving super fast, at a very high speed, like he was trying to get something off his mind.
“You know, you can tell me what I did, and I’ll apologize. Don’t make it look like my voice is irritating to you.”
“Fuck!” He cursed and suddenly brought the bike to a halt, causing a loud screeching sound.
Tiffany, still on the bike, stared at his movements with confusion etched on her face. He hopped down from the bike, and quickly removed his helmet, he removed hers too and grabbed her chin.
“What? You don’t understand a simple instruction?”
“Brent, I…I..”
She didn’t get to finish her words, and they were swallowed into his mouth, as he suddenly crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was rough and demanding, yet she enjoyed, he enjoyed it. Just before she could run out of breath, he released her lips.
“You know how much I’ve missed this? Your voice wasn’t helping matter either.” His unsteady voice explained as he gazed into her eyes.
Tiffany smiled and looked around, it was night already and she was sure no one saw them, and even if they did, they couldn’t do what they were doing.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need.” He grabbed her hands and brought them below his abdomen. “You feel me, don’t you?”
She nodded, “We can go ahead and…”
“Nope, not here.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere.” He smiled, pulling her face close, as he caught her lips again.
After kissing her for the third time, he hopped back onto the bike and drove off.
****
“Oh my! Brenda you look stunning, I love your dress!”
Brenda turned her gaze to the direction the voice came from, in an instant she knew they weren’t class.
“Love it all you want, you can afford it.” She sneered and walked past her.
“Gosh, that was so rude!” The girl retorted.
“I don’t give a flying fuck!”
“Bitch!” Andrea cursed, from across the table where she was seated with her friends. They sat there, watching her move her hips with her head held so high that nothing could bring her down.
“Gosh! I can’t stand this girl. Apart from her party, what’s fun about her?” Eva added.
“That’s why her karma is so painful, I mean, she’s in love with Brent and wants him at all cost. Isn’t it obvious that Brent doesn’t want anything to do with her or care about her and her feelings.”
“She’s delusional.”
They bursted into laughter and started another joke. They were talking when Andrea caught a glimpse of Roman. He was standing close to a girl, his lips curved up into a smile, he was handsome, and had a hot, yet gentle look. She brought her hand down, so as not to meet his gaze.
This little action didn’t go unseen by Eva, who tapped Ava and Ruby, signaling them.
“Andrea?”
“Yup,” she answered, her eyes a bit moist.
“For how long? For how long do you plan to hold it in?” Ava, who was bold enough asked.
“What are you talking about?” Andrea frowned.
“You know what I’m talking about. You can’t keep hurting yourself like this, it’s very obvious that you love Roman, yes, he might hurt you, you love him Andrea.
“No, I don’t. I don’t love him.”
“You suck at lying.” Eva sighed.
“You love Roman, Andrea. There’s no two ways about that. How do you expect him to know, when you didn’t open up, he knows you hate him, but doesn’t know the reason you do. Andrea, open to him and stop hurting yourself.”
“Please, let’s not have this conversation, not now, okay?”
They gave each other a glance and nodded, “Alright, but that doesn’t mean we won’t talk about it later.”
Andrea smiled, “Okay.”
Just then, Brent’s bike roared into the environment, and all gaze fell on him.