Status: You guys were great! Thank you! Be on the look out for my new story, Bottom of the Bottle.
The Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 17
“Why, hello there.” Derrick said, opening the door.
“Where’s Troy?” I asked, stepping into the eerily quiet house.
“At my Mom’s.”
I looked at him, shocked, “Why’d you send him over to your Mom’s?”
“Because he usually goes over there on Saturdays.”
“Um, why?” I set my purse down on his couch.
“Because I’m usually grading papers now.”
“So do you ever see him?”
He scoffed, “Yes, I see him for over half of my day.”
“Doesn’t seem like a lot. It seems like he’s always over at your Mom’s house.”
“Well, he’s not, Maria.”
“Okay, okay, fine.” I said, holding my hands up in innocence, “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“So what is there to do?” I asked, laying down on the loveseat.
“Uh, well, I don’t know, really.”
“So, you invited me over here, when there’s nothing to do?”
“You invited yourself, Maria.”
I laughed, “I know. So anyways, what are we going to do?”
He looked around his house thoughtfully, then turned to me, “You could do my laundry.”
I sat up, “Uh, hello? It’s Saturday! Detention is over!”
“Just two loads?”
“Two loads! How many clothes do you have?” I asked, shocked.
“Two loads worth. That's why I’m wearing my high school track outfit.” He motioned to his shirt and shorts.
“Fine, whatever.” I grumbled, “Where’s the machine?”
He led me into his hallway and back into a small room, barely enough to fit a washer and dryer, much less all of the clothes scattered on the floor. They made a big mound, about three feet high, I turned to him, exasperated.
“This is more like five loads!”
“Two days of non-detention, then.”
“Three.” I bargained.
“Two.”
“Fine then, you do it then.”
“Ugh, fine, three.” He sighed, “Get to it.”
I picked up a pile of clothes, throwing them into the washing machine. I didn’t bother to sort by darks, lights, or whites, since these were probably already pre-washed and the color wouldn’t bleed. I barely made a dent in the pile before the basket was too full, and poured the correct amount of powdered soap into the machine, and turned it on. Walking out of the small, cramped room, finding Derrick lounging on the couch.
“What are you watching?” I asked, plopping next to him.
“Football re-runs.”
“Gross.” I sighed, turning my eyes towards the ceiling.
“Then what would you like to watch?” He asked, somewhat annoyed.
“This is fine.” I sighed again, drawing this out.
“Maria.”
I lifted my head and looked at him, “Want to play a game?”
He eyed me cautiously, “What game?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“How about… Do you know how to play poker?”
“What kind, Mr. Ward.” I wiggled my eyebrows.
He blushed, “Not that kind!”
“I know.” I smiled, “And yes, I’m the master at poker.” Lie.
“Really?” He asked, surprised.
“No.” I laughed, “But I do have a good poker face.”
“That you do.” He smiled deviously.
-----------------
“That’s not fair!” I yelled, “I didn’t know that three 4’s beat two queens!”
“Well, they do.” He laughed darkly, piling up the Oreos he won from the last hand.
“I quit!” I cried, taking my Oreos in my hand.
“Then give me back my Oreos.” He said, holding his hand out simply.
I licked all of them and then smiled at him, childishly I might add.
“Like that would stop me.” He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not giving them back to you.” I said, stuffing as many as I can into my mouth.
“Don’t make me go in there and get them.”
“Please do.” Was my muffled reply.
“Where’s Troy?” I asked, stepping into the eerily quiet house.
“At my Mom’s.”
I looked at him, shocked, “Why’d you send him over to your Mom’s?”
“Because he usually goes over there on Saturdays.”
“Um, why?” I set my purse down on his couch.
“Because I’m usually grading papers now.”
“So do you ever see him?”
He scoffed, “Yes, I see him for over half of my day.”
“Doesn’t seem like a lot. It seems like he’s always over at your Mom’s house.”
“Well, he’s not, Maria.”
“Okay, okay, fine.” I said, holding my hands up in innocence, “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“So what is there to do?” I asked, laying down on the loveseat.
“Uh, well, I don’t know, really.”
“So, you invited me over here, when there’s nothing to do?”
“You invited yourself, Maria.”
I laughed, “I know. So anyways, what are we going to do?”
He looked around his house thoughtfully, then turned to me, “You could do my laundry.”
I sat up, “Uh, hello? It’s Saturday! Detention is over!”
“Just two loads?”
“Two loads! How many clothes do you have?” I asked, shocked.
“Two loads worth. That's why I’m wearing my high school track outfit.” He motioned to his shirt and shorts.
“Fine, whatever.” I grumbled, “Where’s the machine?”
He led me into his hallway and back into a small room, barely enough to fit a washer and dryer, much less all of the clothes scattered on the floor. They made a big mound, about three feet high, I turned to him, exasperated.
“This is more like five loads!”
“Two days of non-detention, then.”
“Three.” I bargained.
“Two.”
“Fine then, you do it then.”
“Ugh, fine, three.” He sighed, “Get to it.”
I picked up a pile of clothes, throwing them into the washing machine. I didn’t bother to sort by darks, lights, or whites, since these were probably already pre-washed and the color wouldn’t bleed. I barely made a dent in the pile before the basket was too full, and poured the correct amount of powdered soap into the machine, and turned it on. Walking out of the small, cramped room, finding Derrick lounging on the couch.
“What are you watching?” I asked, plopping next to him.
“Football re-runs.”
“Gross.” I sighed, turning my eyes towards the ceiling.
“Then what would you like to watch?” He asked, somewhat annoyed.
“This is fine.” I sighed again, drawing this out.
“Maria.”
I lifted my head and looked at him, “Want to play a game?”
He eyed me cautiously, “What game?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“How about… Do you know how to play poker?”
“What kind, Mr. Ward.” I wiggled my eyebrows.
He blushed, “Not that kind!”
“I know.” I smiled, “And yes, I’m the master at poker.” Lie.
“Really?” He asked, surprised.
“No.” I laughed, “But I do have a good poker face.”
“That you do.” He smiled deviously.
-----------------
“That’s not fair!” I yelled, “I didn’t know that three 4’s beat two queens!”
“Well, they do.” He laughed darkly, piling up the Oreos he won from the last hand.
“I quit!” I cried, taking my Oreos in my hand.
“Then give me back my Oreos.” He said, holding his hand out simply.
I licked all of them and then smiled at him, childishly I might add.
“Like that would stop me.” He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not giving them back to you.” I said, stuffing as many as I can into my mouth.
“Don’t make me go in there and get them.”
“Please do.” Was my muffled reply.
♠ ♠ ♠
OoOoOoOh!Well, maybe an update later, if I get a lot of comments and my wrist feels good.
So, get to it :]