27 Chapter 27: Home Sweet Hell (2/2)
”Because I helped her.”
”...what?!”
She laughs,
”She loved you Negative, you were her absolute favorite person, until you left on your little mission. She knew it would be risky but she trusted you,”
She pulls my chair closer to hers,
”You let them change you, you left them chance your name! All for what? A man?!”
I clench my fist,
”I didn't change One, I just learned the truth before she could do to me what she did to you. I wanna help One,”
I reach out for her hand,
”Please, let me help you, all of you.”
She slaps my hand away.
”We don't need your fucking help. They know what she did, but they don't care! They never did, we knew something would happen to her. She was a bitch who had lots of enemies, it was honestly great timing.”
”What do you mean 'great timing'?”
”She thought she was playing me, but I was the one playing her.”
”One, I hope that on day you change your mind, you were my best friend and my sister. I'll leave for now but know this, you make any shady moves, and i'll personally hunt you down.”
She smiles a crazed smile,
”But of course Negative, or should I say Kaz.”
”You have no right to call me that. It's Negative to you.”
I stand up and walk towards the door and down to the parlor.
”WE WONT BE QUITE FOR LONG NEGATIVE!”
She yells at me as I leave the house but I pay her no attention. I walk up to the car and hurry in.
”How'd it go?”
I look over at Ricky, his sweet face calms my nerves,
”A fucking mess.”
He flashes me an adorable smirk,
”Whadda say we go home and watch tv on the couch?”
”Ugh, that sounds amazing.”
***
”Do we have anymore of those glazed thingies?”
”Pft, do you mean the glazed croissants?”
”Oh yes!”
”Ouu, that sounds familiar.”
I blush at his suggestive comment.
”Just go get me another one!”
I throw a couch pillow at him.
”Ok, ok, iré a buscar más de tu maldita comida.”
(Ok, ok, i'll go find more of your damn food)
He brings me back an arm full of chips, drinks, candy, and most importantly, the glazed croissants!
”You angel!”
He puts all the food down on the couch and sits beside me.
”Ni siquiera cerca.”
(Not even close.)
I rip open a bag of chips,
”Pero tu eres mi angel.”
(Buy you are my angel.)
”Oh? What makes you say that?”
He chugs a beer.
I push the pile of junk food on the floor and crawl next to him,
”Because if you're an angel, that makes me a devil.”
He grins,
”Es así, señorita ¿Diablo?”
(It's like that, miss Devil?)
”Supongo que sí, solo tendrás que mostrarme lo que significa comportarse.”
(I guess so, you just have to show me what it means to behave.)
He licks his lips and looks at me with a hunger in his eyes,
”Damn, I love it when you talk to me in Spanish.”
”Así que follame papi.”
(So fuck me daddy.)
Without a second thought, he pulls me on top of him and kisses me.
He pulls my shirt off and lays me on my back.
”You look so beautiful when you're hot and bothered.”
”You keep this up and i'll show you what hot and bothered really looks like.”
He puts his leg between mine, separating them slightly but just enough to get down there.
”Hey Kaz! You think you can teach me how to use a sword?!”
”Carlos is coming downstairs!”
Ricky takes off his shirt and puts it on me. He moves to the other side of the couch and acts as of nothing happened.
”Kaz?”
Carlos looks at us,
”Did I interrupt something?”
I try to catch my breath,
”N-no, so uh, what did you need?”
He looks at me, then over at Ricky,
”You know what, i'll come back later.”