WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 31&32
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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Skylar’s eyes spilled open.
But El Crow wouldn’t let go.
His fingers pressed into her tummy flesh, and it was surprisingly soft. For a tough slut like her, he expected something close to steel for her skin, but here she was with a skin softer than a poisoned feline’s.
His thumb brushed her navel ring again—unintentionally.
“Let go, cocaineboy!” She seethed.
“Already?” He sounded, right beside her ear shell as his head was still balanced on her shoulder.
“Don’t you hear the voices coming from outside? They’re already putting out the fire, and they’ll soon come in!” She spat, trying to tear herself away from him again.
He intentionally brushed his thumb over her navel ring, pressing it.
“I’m going to slaughter you, El Crow!” She pushed her elbow his stomach.
“Return the compliment. I just said you smelled good. The least you could do is say the same, cos I know I do too.” He smirked coldly.
“Why would I compliment you?” She nearly laughed.
He got a hold of her dangling navel ring, pulling it hard.
“F+k!” She cussed, seething more, nearly bursting. “You smell far from good. You smell like Jim Crow!”
He pulled the navel ring against her navel flesh again.
“You undesirable bitch!!” She yelled, trying to thrash, but like this, she was completely trapped.
Yeah, he smelled so good too. She always liked the smell of rainfall, and this bastard smelled like rich rain.
But she was never gonna tell him.
She should have suspected he had a plan when he held her from the back.
This bastard.
And of course their super strength is active now, but normally, his own is more cos she’s the one who failed to kill him in Aftermoor anyways.
Inferno made his own super strength higher. At this point, she had no idea who she hates more.
Inferno or this bastard here.
He pulled her navel ring again.
“You smell addictively good too!” She said between clenched teeth. “Now let go of me, cocaineboy!”
El Crow released his arms around her, and her body jerked forward, but she didn’t rest still.
The next swift turn she made? Her leg swivelled up anticlockwise. She successfully kicked him in the face.
El Crow laughed madly, looking even intrigued with that kick.
“You wacky thing!” She spat. “Touch me again, and I’ll—”
“Now stop singing those empty threats to my ear.” He cut in as his face froze back, laughter seizing. “If you’re going to do anything, just come straight for it, cumslut.”
Skylar dusted her clothes like it’d take his presence away from them, and that was when she noticed they both wore leather p+nts.
Difference is he wore long p+nts but she wore knee-level.
But both p+nts were loose.
“This night gets uglier and uglier.” She hissed.
El Crow sat back on that unburnt chair, looking undisturbed.
He dug out his phone and began pressing.
Skylar looked at him.
“That stupid hug we just had ain’t enough. We need more. Matter of fact, I haven’t memorized your scent yet. I need more time.”
“So? You wanna hug me again?” He smirked without looking up.
“Scratch that.” she inhaled. “Let’s spend a day before the start of the tournament together.”
He finally looked up, smirk deepening. “You expect me to say yes to that, right?”
“You—”
“No!” He shot up, meeting her height. “Of course I’d love to fight you for as long as I want in the ring without your heartache interfering, but at the same time, it doesn’t sound bad to spent just five minutes in the ring and beat you easily. Our team lost the last match so I could use your easy elimination to avenge for them.”
With that, he walked past her, intentionally bumping his heavy shoulder on her own.
He went for the door as the fire was completely down now.
“Asshole, wait!” She hollered.
“I’m not spending a whole day with you,” he replied without waiting.
“We can strike a bet at the end of that day, and we’ll take whatever we want from each other!” She said.
And that was enough to make him stop. He smiled darkly before turning around to face her again.
“Sure. One day with you then.”
Skylar folded her arms, glowering at him, but he glared right back.
They stayed that way, tasering themselves with their eyes.
A downpour of water spilled into the hall from the door, putting out the remaining burning flames.
They both whipped around to see firefighters rushing inside with their pumps and gears.
The firefighters stopped immediately they sighted the two of them.
They expected to meet the two with scalded bodies and fire damages on their faces, but nothing.
Skylar and El Crow even looked fresher than the people who escaped the hall successfully.
Level one explosives, and they looked this fine and unhurt?
The firefighters looked around the hall again. Every part of the hall was burnt to ashes and charcoals except the middle where Skylar and El Crow stood together.
How’s that possible?
“El!!” Bellatrix rushed inside next, not minding the way her dress dragged the dirty, burnt floor.
She flew to El Crow.
No time to think about how he didn’t get burnt. She hugged him tight, crying slowly like a baby.
“I was so scared when we all got outside and didn’t see you and Skylar. We thought you both got swallowed by the explosion already.”
El Crow didn’t want to hug her back, but when he saw Jethro and the rest coming inside, he hugged her.
Her tears was wetting his singlet, and he hated it. Can she be less of a baby?
He always hated crybabies.
“Son!” Arturo joined them with a relieved sigh. “Why didn’t you run when everyone was running?”
“You think I didn’t want to run?” El Crow retorted. “The door caught fire immediately y’all ran out. It trapped me and this cumslut inside as if someone planned it.”
As he talked, his eyes were on Jethro. He knew he never liked that man, and evidences were gathering now.
Jethro came closer, touching El Crow’s shoulder slowly.
“Glad you were able to survive the fire, son-in-law. You proved beyond line that you’re eligible to be my daughter’s man.” He commented.
El Crow’s face rolled into a darker smirk after Jethro said that.
He looked at Jethro with unreadable unfriendly eyes.
He broke his hug with Bellatrix.
Marisa came close to Skylar, touching her hair fondly.
“I’m glad you’re safe, Tall Doll.” She smiled. “I knew you’d survive.”
“I did.” Skylar managed to smile.
Satan and her twin girls stayed still by the door.
“They didn’t even get a scratch?” Rosita muttered. “This is weird.”
Satan was quietly looking.
Roselle’s fists rounded.
Of course those two won’t get burnt cos they have healing ability which she doesn’t have.
As she watched the scene in front of her, her fist rounded harder. Especially now that Bellatrix held El Crow’s arm like his legal wife.
Bellatrix needed to die, soon.
Ten minutes later, the burnt hall became empty as everyone exited.
Jethro was the first to drive away with his daughter and staffs.
Then, Arturo and El Crow drove off in their different cars.
Skylar jumped on her bike, speeding off dangerously.
Marisa got in her car with her stewards next. Her female steward stayed with her at the backseat while the male steward drove.
Marisa pulled out a hidden drawer below her seat.
She was completely relaxed as she opened the box and brought out Skylar’s doll form.
She stroked the doll’s hair as her chair rocked her.
“Tall Doll didn’t get burnt in the hall. What is she keeping from me? What power does she posess?”
Her voice was low, but oddly, it webbed around the car as it drove down the smooth tar.
Now it was just Satan and her twins left in front of the burnt hall.
“What are we waiting for?” Rosita faced her mother.
“Let’s leave this place!” Roselle stumped her foot.
Before Satan could answer, another car pulled up, and Midnight stepped out like the son of darkness in one of his usual oversized black coats.
“You both return to the house with Midnight. I have somewhere to go,” Satan informed and got in her car.
She drove off.
“This is crazy.” Roselle scoffed. “No one hates tonight more than me.”
“Get in the car, you both.” Midnight opened the car door.
Roselle angrily got in the car, but Rosita didn’t move.
“Go with Roselle alone,” she said. “I have somewhere to be too.”
Thankfully, a taxi was riding down that road. She waved it down and drove away in it.
Midnight took Roselle away too.
—
[Jethro’s House]
The house returned to it’s usual ominous condition immediately the inhabitants returned.
Only few of the dim lights were left on, and the staffs could be seen parading the house environment, weapons intact under their suits.
The fall of a feather would be detected instantly.
The protection was insane.
Bellatrix went to bed immediately after her shower, but Jethro himself stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his study with a glass of iced wine.
He stared out at the dark compound through the window.
His face remained stoic.
His mind still dewelled on what happened in that hall.
They didn’t get burnt despite all the explosives he prepared.
He was right. There’s really a unknown power behind them.
And if the power is this strong, then that’s more reason to get El Crow married to Bellatrix very soon.
Bellatrix had to carry his baby so his powers can stay in this family.
And Skylar…
Skylar had to be in this household too so her powers could also stay here.
She had to bend to his desires and become his woman.
He took a sip from his wine.
Of course Eden would be taken back from them, but that’ll be later.
For now, making those two a part of this family was the priority.
“Boss!” A staff rushed in. “Satan is here to talk to…”
“Let her in.” Jethro dropped his glass and left the study.
By the time he got to the living room below the stairs, Satan was already waiting, looking impatient.
“I’m the only one allowed to be impatient in this house, Satan. You don’t come to my house looking like you have the right to snap fingers.”
Satan turned quickly.
“You started it by announcing your daughter’s relationship with that lunatic son of Arturo!”
“What’s your problem with that?” Jethro’s brows creased.
“Doesn’t it mean that your support will go to their Team Enigma now?” Satan panted obviously.
“Of course.” Jethro scoffed. “It’s normal to support my son-in-laws team.” He shrugged.
“Jethro!” Satan spat, pointing. “I’ve respected you all my life, and I’ll continue to do that cos without you, my twin daughters would be dead now, but you can’t do this. Supporting Team Enigma is like playing in my face! We’ve grown too close for you to do this to my team!”
Jethro’s seriousness faded, replaced by a sudden grin as he took his seat.
“You panic too fast, Satan.” He looked up. “Yes, I want El Crow for my daughter, but I also want Skylar for myself. Naturally support is for the two teams, but of course your team gets my biggest support.”
Satan’s frown disappeared.
“That’s new. You want Skylar?”
“When I remember the fact that I gave her that name, it gladdens my heart.” Jethro laughed. “And yes, I want her as a wife. I sold her to you in the first place.”
“If you take her as a wife, doesn’t that mean I don’t get to use her blood for my daughters?” Satan frowned.
“A replacement is available.” Jethro sighed. “Though, her location is unknown now, but she’ll soon be found. That little wench Eden.”
Satan took a deep breath, relaxing as her fingers interlocked.
“Then I guess I’ll just sit back and watch things unfold.”
“Listen,” Jethro leaned forward. “At the upcoming first tournament, if your team kills their opponent from Team Enigma, and they get the champion belt, you won’t only get a replacement for Skylar, but your team would also get to go compete at the world championship league.”
“I’ll shock you.” Satan stood.
She didn’t say more than that before she left the house.
Jethro sat back, grinning loudly and throwing his head back.
“I feel like this year would be my best year.” He threw his head back, laughter rising again.
“Boss!” Another staff entered.
Jethro’s laughter stopped.
“Marisa is here, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir.” The staff nodded.
He didn’t wait for Jethro to tell him to let her in. Jethro’s body language was enough to tell him that.
He left the room, and a minute later, Marisa stepped inside, heels clicking the floor gently at each step.
Her white dress dragged the floor slightly, and her arms were folded behind herself like a taoist’s.
“I can count how many things you’re obsessed with in this city, Marisa,” Jethro muttered. “Your fighting career, your piano, your arrow and bow, your son’s death, your heels, your plain dresses. Now, you’ve added another obsession—Skylar”
“And that’s why you have to take your eyes off her cos I saw the way you were staring at her in the hall,” Marisa shot immediately.
Jethro laughed.
“You know if it was back then when I was still one of the men who chased after you, I’d have agreed to take my eyes off her cos I’d do anything for you, but things are different now, Marisa. I want Skylar, I own her in the first place, she just doesn’t know.”
“If she defeats El Crow at the first tournament, I’ve promised to tell her you sold her to Satan.” Marisa sighed.
“And you think she’d defeat him?” Jethro stood with another laughter. “They both have a unknown power behind them, and I don’t think the tournament is something you wanna predict. She’s going against your lunatic son, Marisa.”
“And you think my Tall Doll isn’t a lunatic too?” Marisa’s eyes hollowed.
“Your Tall….what?” Jethro blinked, then laughed heavily. “Doll?”
“I know what you’re trying to do by getting your daughter entangled with El Crow, and I won’t interfere, but you have to stay as far away from Skylar as ever,” She warned.
“Don’t talk to me like that, Marisa.” Jethro took a breath. “You know threats only empower me more. Now I want to really marry her and kill her fighting career. I’ll humble her by impregnating her with triplets.”
Marisa was with Jethro in another fleeting breath. She held the edge of the backrest and threw herself over it, and at the same time, she shifted the couch, lifting it to stand on one side before pushing it towards Jethro.
But Jethro’s staffs moved fast.
They covered him, and everyone of them used their knees to kick the couch back to the floor.
It landed violently, and a few marbles broke with bent cracks.
“Crazy whore,” Jethro muttered. “You’re really El Crow’s mother. The lunatic gene runs deep.”
“If you even breathe near Skylar, forget about everything else, I’ll show you why I’m still the most popular female fighter in the world right now despite having retired for years,” She muttered dementedly.
“I’ll show you why I’m Ma,” she added and left as strangely as she came.
Jethro laughed slowly, sounding spooky like poison leaking out of a jar. “Marisa came to my house to threaten me?” He sucked his teeth. “She broke my floor marbles too.”
“I hate being triggered, but she did. She triggered me. Don’t complain when I start torturing you, Marisa. Just keep quiet and take it!”
His staffs made way for him as he stormed out of the living room.
—
[Dread House – Cleaners Crib]
Quincy and Renee lay sprawled on the floor like wet mopping wools, drenched with sweats and exhaustion.
The training session with the cleaning woman ended thirty minutes ago, and they still can’t stand or even open their mouths.
The woman held her sparring stick to the floor, standing over them.
“Now, what do you have to say?”
Renee opened her mouth to talk, but she coughed instead.
Quincy tried, tilting himself.
“Who are you, I ask again?” He talked weakly. “Where did you get those moves you taught from? Are you really blind or pretending?”
The woman got a cashew from a plate close to the door and took a bite.
“I’m blind, but my senses work better than most people. That’s why I can walk around this whole city alone. And like I said, I started training before y’all were even born.”
Quincy stood, aching all-over. He pulled Renee up too.
“Go get some sleep. Trainings resume tommorow morning.” The woman informed simply.
They didn’t complain.They leaned on each other and began walking away.
Skylar came into the crib.
“Ou, I love seeing people exhausted.” She laughed at them.
“Thanks though,” Quincy said. “We learnt a lot, and we’re willing to learn even more.” He nodded.
Renee said nothing.
She just followed her brother’s lead as he took her away.
“You did well.” Skylar faced the woman who was still chewing her cashew carefully.
The woman said nothing.
“What?” Skylar scoffed. “You’re gonna keep mute again?”
“Don’t make deals with Inferno,” the woman muttered.
Skylar frowned shockingly.
“How did you know about Inferno?”
“I know a lotta things, and I see a lotta things, Skylar.” She came closer. “Inferno is the irredeemable ruler of Aftermoor, and nothing good comes from that scum. Be careful of him.”
With that, she entered her room and shut the door heavily.
Skylar stared at the door, then she dived her fingers in her hair.
“I already made a deal with him!” She kicked the woman’s door. “You old hag! You should have talked faster!”
—
Roselle looked highly impatient as she stood by the door of her suit with her fingers in her mouth.
She had bit so deep into those fingers that her cuticles were bleeding.
They bore deep dark marks.
She kept turning and twisting, trembling with impatience till Roy arrived finally.
“Roy!” She gasped out. “Roy, you have to kill Bellatrix for me! I feel acidic seeing her cling to El Crow at the hall earlier! You won’t understand how heartbroken I am right now! You have to take her out of my way!”
“Chill, Roselle…” Roy gave her a critical look. “I’m working on it. She’s Jethro’s daughter, and of course it’ll take time to plan her downfall.”
“How longer do I have to wait!” Roselle snapped.
Roy pulled her into a hug.
She didn’t struggle.
To get him to do what she wants, she’d even kiss him if he wanted.
“Just trust me, Roselle,” He assured.
—
[Local Clinic]
Blade sat up in bed now.
Phone in hand, but he didn’t look pleased and relaxed as usual.
The person he’d been messaging wasn’t replying. He looked like he’s an inch away from heart attack.
“Is she ok?” He wondered, adjusting the pillow behind his back.
He sent ten messages already.
He dropped the phone and decided to just get down from the bed.
“Blade!” A whisper came from the door, and he looked up quickly, catching Rosita’s shadow.
She opened the door and slid in.
His face brightened up. “Sita?”
“It’s me!” She smiled, rushing to him bed, and without waiting, she pressed her lips into his own.
Blade sat well, welcoming the kiss with a light inhale and rubbing her chin with his thumb.
When they pulled away, she placed her forehead on his own, panting
“Why would you allow yourself to get beaten by me? I told you to let’s go free and fair, Blade.”
“I couldn’t do it.” He inhaled again. “Next time, I’ll be ready to take the fall too. I don’t care.”
“Blad…”
“I mean it.” He cut in.
She kissed him again, but the sound of approaching footsteps outside made her sprang up.
“I’ll be discharged before the tournament!” He quickly said.
“I’ll see you then!” She blew him a kiss before slipping out carefully.
Blade relaxed with a large smile, dragging the blanket over himself.
—
[Enigma House]
“And I’m telling you he set the explosives himself! That Jethro motherfucker is up to something!” El Crow argued hotly as he entered the house with his father behind.
“You think I don’t know Jethro is behind it?” Arturo said.
El Crow turned.
“You did? If I didn’t have Inferno in the fire with me, I’d have burnt to barbeque and you’d happily eat me!”
“I’m not chasing Jethro’s attention for personal gain. I didn’t tell you to date his daughter for selfishness. You know why I’m doing this so why are you getting mad at me?” Arturo complained frustratedly.
El Crow just rolled his eyes and rushed up the stairs that led to his suite. He didn’t look back.
“Geez ..” Arturo groaned. “My son is after my life. I just can’t win an argument with that punk.”
“Boss?” Castle appeared.
Arturo looked up.
“You argued with El again?” Castle said jocosely. “It’s become a everyday thing for you both.”
“Let’s go to my office and start selecting the fighters for the day one and two of the tournament.” Arturo pointed out, leading the way.
Castle pushed his glasses close to his eyes before following him.
— — —
[A Week and Some Days Later – Montgomery Nurseries]
Eden looked thinner than when she was brought here. She looked sadder too, and more helpless.
The only change was that her hair and teeth now looked healthy, and her skin improved so much.
As she stood in line, waiting for her own turn to collect food, she looked too tired. Not like the bullies would let her eat in peace here.
Her days here have been tediously rigorous. She took a breath.
Soon, it was her turn.
She took her tray and tendered it for the server. The server served her from a separate special bowl.
While other kids got simple pancakes and honey, she got Italian pasta with cheese and shredded chicken.
Today, she planned not to eat in the dinning as other kids.
She took her food tray out of the dinning, walking briskly.
Her sharp senses felt the bullies following her behind already.
They’re gonna take her food again, but she wasn’t gonna let that happen. She had enough already.
She reached for her pocket flute and took it out, but before she could blow, she was kicked from behind.
The flute fell.
She crashed on the floor with the food, and when she lifted herself a bit, she saw the flute.
It wasn’t in one piece again.
Now, it was in pieces.
Shattered.
And for the first time since she came here, she burst into tears.
The bullies gathered her food from the floor and ran off with it, as usual.
Tearfully, she gathered the broken flute. Her tears dripped on it.
—
[Dread House]
Fighters list for the three days of the tournament came out just now.
The tournament starts tomorrow.
According to news from the voice address system, the list had been pasted on the balcony wall.
Dreads ran out of their rooms, out of kitchens and smoking corners. Some even ran out of bathrooms in their towels and lathered skins.
Everyone was impatient to get to the balcony and check names.
Renee rushed out of her room along other middle tiers, wearing nothing but a big t-shirt on top of her panty.
The shirt reached her laps though.
“Nice ass, Renee!” One of the guys shouted as he ran past her.
“Thank you!” She shouted back excitedly, wearing her slippers.
But before she could follow them out, she was hauled to the wall, and a palm looped around her throat.
Quincy’s angry face popped out in front of her. His palm went tighter around her throat.
“Till I shove my d+k in that ass and f+k it raw, is that when you’ll learn to wear covering clothes?” He threatened possessively.
Renee smiled obsessively, adjusting her throat in-between his palm.
“Shove it in my ass, big brother. As a matter of fact, shove it between my br+sts too,” she whispered. “And choke me harder, Biggie.”
She closed her eyes, and Quincy pressed his body against hers by that wall, making her feel his bulge directly on her stomach.
Outside, the balcony was full.
Some Dreads had to stand on the banister to have a view of the list.
Day one has five different matches which includes Quincy from here and Bishop from Enigma House.
Day two has three matches which includes Roselle from here and Lovato from Enigma House.
Day three: Championship with Skylar Vox and El Crow Acheron.
—
[Enigma House]
Everyone’s out on the crowdy balcony, checking their names.
It’s busy and noisy here too.
“I’m going against Roselle?” Lovato jumped excitedly. “Last time I was in the ring with that thing, I grounded her. Can’t wait to do it again!”
“Don’t get too high though,” Blade said behind her.
He’s out of clinic.
“What do you mean?” Lovato faced him questioningly.
“Things change,” Kent answered.
“Not this time!” Lovato scoffed.
“And Bishop is up against Quincy?” Blade smiled, facing Bishop. “I can imagine you pummeling him.”
Bishop said nothing.
“Dude, say something! It’s been like a year since you entered the ring last!” Kent urged. “You’ll kill Quincy.”
Bishop made to talk, but Lovato was faster. “I have to go give Senior Castle the news of my involvement!”
With that, she flew out of the balcony.
Bishop’s eyes followed her, but not for long. He folded his arms.
He looked at the list again.
“Yes. I’ll nearly kill Quincy.”
“I knew it!” Kent laughed.
“Where the f+k is Crow though?” Blade looked around.
—
Before anyone saw the list, El Crow saw it first, and he immediately left the house to go fufil his promise.
He’s spending all day with Skylar with the scent-learning shit.
While leaving the house, he used one full bottle on himself, and now his own scent was choking him.
Well, that’s the point.
They planned to meet in front of a shop, and when he arrived there, Skylar was already waiting with her back leaning on the shop wall.
She wore a black long-sleeved top that’s not cropped this time.
MY KINK IS TO KILL YOU was written boldly in front of it.
Maybe that’s a message to him. His lips curled when he saw it.
God knows where she buys the tops with the funny wordings from.
He stopped right in front of her, looking at the shop while rolling his scissors in his index finger.
“A music shop?” He gave her a side-eye. “I hate music as much as I hate your arse.”
“Well I hate music too, and that’s exactly what we need cos there’s nothing in this life that we like together!” She lifted herself from the wall and revealed handcuffs.
She wore one part on her own wrist and wore the other part on his wrist. “We have to stay as close as we can, and this is the only way.” She explained.
“You probably like being cuffed to the bed while you get f+ked.” He leaned in. “Are you sure your kink is to really kill me or fuck me?”
“You’re ugly.” She scoffed and entered the music shop, pulling him along with the cuffs that bind them.
He pocketed his scissors.
Immediately they entered, their scents took over the shop.
So much even the shop owner had to start inhaling the air.
Black cherry and rainfall.
It was so darkly twisted.
They stood by the front table where two pieces of earbuds lay.
“Tell me I’m not about to listen to music.” he made crinkled faces.
Skylar picked one earpod and wore it without replying.
He had to pick the second one and wear it too.
It’s an Italian song playing, and he felt bored out of his mind immediately.
“Do you even understand Italian?” He faced her with a belittling scoff.
“You really think you’re the most perfect human living, right?” She scoffed right back. “You can speak Italian? Well, me too.”
“What does moth translate to in Italian?” He asked the trick question.
“I learnt Italian online cos I like the language, so stop!” She sneered.
“You’ll have to answer the question for me to stop.” He backed the table, pulling at her wrist with the cuffs.
“Falena.” she backed the table too, rolling eyes. “Moth means Falena.”
“You really do.” He gave her another smirky side-eye.
He immediately changed the music on the table button.
Another music started.
‘Moth to A Flame’ by Swedish House Mafia ft. The Weekend.
Moth.
The question he just asked her.
What a coincidence.
He left this one to play. Thrumming silence stretched in the shop except for the music playing in their ears.
El Crow moved to the other side of the table, so they’re facing each other, but the cuffs still bind them together.
The song played on repeat, line by line, tube by tune.
Every chorus and prelude.
They just stood there, listening while facing each other like allies.
They didn’t blink. They didn’t talk. They just stared at each other, listening to the music and inhaling each other at the same time.
For more than seven hours.
Yeah. Seven hours.
They were just there, looking hypnotized and bewitched.
The song felt injected into their bloodstream, and at 5PM, their voices finally decided to come out.
They sang along.
♪♪♪
Cause he seems like he’s good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he’s the one
His love for you is true
But does he know you call me when he sleeps?
But does he know the pictures that you keep?
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies
♪♪♪
As they sang, Skylar moved her head along, nodding repeatedly.
El Crow remained still.
He just sang.
His smallest finger touched her wrist vein on the table.
She didn’t even notice or react.
The song suddenly ended when the music player battery died.
They each took deep breaths, still staring deeply at each other.
She removed her earpod and took a deep breath. He did the same.
“That was enjoyable.” She talked first tis time. “Really enjoyable.”
El Crow said nothing, surprisingly.
“What? You’re suddenly dumb?” She let out a smirk.
“If I win against you at the tournament,” he leaned on the table with his elbow. “You’ll show me the pink place that has a piercing on your naked body apart from your navel and your nose.” He angled his head, darting his eyes across.
“And if I win….” She leaned on the table with her elbows too, leaving only an inch space between them.
Their breaths collided.
“You’ll show me your c+k again,” she smirked with an unhinged calm. “And this time, I’ll be touching it, like the bitchy cumslut that I am.”
TBC.
