him with a carton of milk.
Nicholas poured himself a bowl of cereal
and started eating as Carmine reached for the milk. He picked up the carton and
shook it. Empty .
Carmine looked at Nicholas's bowl, nearly
filled to the brim with milk, some sloshing out onto the table whenever he dug
his spoon in. "You used all the milk."
"You snooze, you lose."
Carmine couldn't even be mad. Hell, he
would've done the same had he been coherent enough to beat his friend to it.
Shrugging it off, he plucked handfuls of cereal out of his bowl and tossed them
in his mouth. Fuck it—he'd eat it dry.
Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the
last…
"God, you boys are pathetic."
Carmine's focus turned from his evening breakfast to Amy Barlow as she strode in, wearing a hot pink two-piece bikini, the top
untied and barely concealing her breasts, the bottoms covered by a pair of tiny
unbuttoned jean shorts. Her tanned skin shined, a combination of baby oil and
sweat from lying out in the sun. She was eighteen and gorgeous… or about as
gorgeous as a girl related to Nicholas could possibly get.
Which, Carmine had to admit, was pretty
fucking banging.
Nicholas's
older sister—his only sister. A
senior. Carmine had had a hard-on for her since the first time he laid eyes on
the girl, but she was off-limits. The only girl he figured was off the menu for
him, in fact. He was only sixteen, but he'd already had his fair share of girls
over the years. If he set his mind to it, if he tried hard enough, he got it,
but her? Amy?
You don't fuck with your best friend's
sister.
It was an unspoken rule.
"Look who's talking," Nicholas
grumbled, mouth full of cereal. "Don't you own any damn clothes? Walking
around here half-naked. I don't wanna see that shit, Ames."
I do ,
Carmine thought, smirking. Instead of saying it, though, he stuffed a handful
of cereal into his mouth. Safer that way.
"At least I don't stink ,"
Amy countered, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. She unscrewed
the top and took a drink as she leaned back against the counter to glare at
them. "Seriously, do you smell that? What reeks?"
"That's DeMarco," Nicholas said
nonchalantly. "I showered already."
Glaring at his friend, Carmine raised his
arm, instantly getting a whiff of his armpit. He involuntarily grimaced.
Christ, he did stink. Smelled like stale bread and burnt fucking rubber. What the hell did I do last night?
He shrugged it off, though, going right
back to munching on his Lucky Charms. He was too damn hungry to give a shit
about hygiene.
"By the way, Dr. DeMarco called a few
minutes ago," Amy said, her attention focusing
right on him, a small smile tugging the corner of her lips that Carmine could
tell she was fighting to restrain. Smug bitch. "Said something about
Carmine not showing up for school today. He asked if you boys were
around."
"Did you tell him we were
sleeping?" Nicholas asked.
"No," she said. "I told him
I hadn't seen Carmine."
Nicholas groaned. "Jesus, Amy, why ?"
"Because it's true," she
replied, shrugging. "I was at school all day… unlike you two. And I'm not
lying for you so you can sneak around, doing God knows what, God knows where,
with God knows who."
"It doesn't matter," Carmine
chimed in before they could start arguing. "Not like he's got the time to
come look for me. I'm surprised he even took a minute to try to call ."
It was only because the school had called
him, Carmine figured. Had Principal Jack-Ass Rutledge not ratted him out, his
father would have never known. Carmine's appetite was suddenly gone, dissolving
at the thought of his father. He shoved his bowl away from him as he stood up,
stretching his arms and grimacing once again at the odor that clung to him.
"I'm going to shower."
"Please do," Amy said. "I can't
take much more of that stench."
He flashed her his middle finger as he
strode from the room, kicking his shoes off as he walked, leaving them lying on
the floor.
He passed Nicholas's father in
Nicholas poured himself a bowl of cereal
and started eating as Carmine reached for the milk. He picked up the carton and
shook it. Empty .
Carmine looked at Nicholas's bowl, nearly
filled to the brim with milk, some sloshing out onto the table whenever he dug
his spoon in. "You used all the milk."
"You snooze, you lose."
Carmine couldn't even be mad. Hell, he
would've done the same had he been coherent enough to beat his friend to it.
Shrugging it off, he plucked handfuls of cereal out of his bowl and tossed them
in his mouth. Fuck it—he'd eat it dry.
Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the
last…
"God, you boys are pathetic."
Carmine's focus turned from his evening breakfast to Amy Barlow as she strode in, wearing a hot pink two-piece bikini, the top
untied and barely concealing her breasts, the bottoms covered by a pair of tiny
unbuttoned jean shorts. Her tanned skin shined, a combination of baby oil and
sweat from lying out in the sun. She was eighteen and gorgeous… or about as
gorgeous as a girl related to Nicholas could possibly get.
Which, Carmine had to admit, was pretty
fucking banging.
Nicholas's
older sister—his only sister. A
senior. Carmine had had a hard-on for her since the first time he laid eyes on
the girl, but she was off-limits. The only girl he figured was off the menu for
him, in fact. He was only sixteen, but he'd already had his fair share of girls
over the years. If he set his mind to it, if he tried hard enough, he got it,
but her? Amy?
You don't fuck with your best friend's
sister.
It was an unspoken rule.
"Look who's talking," Nicholas
grumbled, mouth full of cereal. "Don't you own any damn clothes? Walking
around here half-naked. I don't wanna see that shit, Ames."
I do ,
Carmine thought, smirking. Instead of saying it, though, he stuffed a handful
of cereal into his mouth. Safer that way.
"At least I don't stink ,"
Amy countered, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. She unscrewed
the top and took a drink as she leaned back against the counter to glare at
them. "Seriously, do you smell that? What reeks?"
"That's DeMarco," Nicholas said
nonchalantly. "I showered already."
Glaring at his friend, Carmine raised his
arm, instantly getting a whiff of his armpit. He involuntarily grimaced.
Christ, he did stink. Smelled like stale bread and burnt fucking rubber. What the hell did I do last night?
He shrugged it off, though, going right
back to munching on his Lucky Charms. He was too damn hungry to give a shit
about hygiene.
"By the way, Dr. DeMarco called a few
minutes ago," Amy said, her attention focusing
right on him, a small smile tugging the corner of her lips that Carmine could
tell she was fighting to restrain. Smug bitch. "Said something about
Carmine not showing up for school today. He asked if you boys were
around."
"Did you tell him we were
sleeping?" Nicholas asked.
"No," she said. "I told him
I hadn't seen Carmine."
Nicholas groaned. "Jesus, Amy, why ?"
"Because it's true," she
replied, shrugging. "I was at school all day… unlike you two. And I'm not
lying for you so you can sneak around, doing God knows what, God knows where,
with God knows who."
"It doesn't matter," Carmine
chimed in before they could start arguing. "Not like he's got the time to
come look for me. I'm surprised he even took a minute to try to call ."
It was only because the school had called
him, Carmine figured. Had Principal Jack-Ass Rutledge not ratted him out, his
father would have never known. Carmine's appetite was suddenly gone, dissolving
at the thought of his father. He shoved his bowl away from him as he stood up,
stretching his arms and grimacing once again at the odor that clung to him.
"I'm going to shower."
"Please do," Amy said. "I can't
take much more of that stench."
He flashed her his middle finger as he
strode from the room, kicking his shoes off as he walked, leaving them lying on
the floor.
He passed Nicholas's father in
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