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The Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 30
My trip to the Caribbean was traumatizing to say the least. I accidentally walked in on my Mom and Dave doing the nasty. And oh my God it was nasty. I quickly shut the door and ran outside to the railing. My Mother tried to make up for it by buying me practically the whole gift shop.
When I got back, everyone kept looking at me. Shane said it was because I was unnaturally tan for November, but I think it was the stupid shirt my Mother made me wear. It was a halter top v-neck that ended about an inch above my jeans.
“Can I borrow your sweatshirt?” I asked, biting into the apple he gave me.
“Uh…” He swallowed his Sloppy Joe, “Yeah.”
He took off his coat and tossed it over to me, and I quickly put it on, “Thanks.”
“So, how was the Caribbean?” Shane drank some of his Coke, “See any pirates.”
I laughed dryly, “No.”
“I see you got hella tan.”
“Thank you Captain Obvious.” I smiled sweetly at him.
“Get me anything?”
“Actually, yeah.” I dug through my bag.
“Sweet!” He yelled, holding out his hands expectantly.
I pulled out a small package and tossed it to him. He caught it with grace and ripped it open.
“Yes! A mother fucking dolphin stuffed animal!”
“I didn’t think you would actually like it.”
“It smells like the ocean and sunscreen.”
“The whole Caribbean smelled like that. Oh, and jerk food.”
“I’m going with you next time.”
“Of course.”
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“I didn’t know you would show up to detention today.”
“Why not?” I asked, taking off Shane’s coat and dropping my things down.
“Because it’s your first day back.”
“Anyways, what am I doing?”
“You’re going to be re-organizing the back closets.”
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“Derrick?” I asked, closing the closet.
“Yes?” He asked, raising his head.
“I got you something.”
He smiled, “And that is?”
I tossed him the bag from inside my backpack, “Open it.”
He opened the bag and peered inside, “You got me a Speedo?”
“Well, I noticed you didn’t have any swimming trunks.”
“And you decided to buy me a Speedo?”
“They didn’t have anything else.”
“Uh, well… thanks.”
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“Come back to my house.”
I turned my head to Derrick, “Why?”
“Because I haven’t hung out with you in like a week.”
I searched his face, “I guess.”
“Alright.” He smiled.
When I got back, everyone kept looking at me. Shane said it was because I was unnaturally tan for November, but I think it was the stupid shirt my Mother made me wear. It was a halter top v-neck that ended about an inch above my jeans.
“Can I borrow your sweatshirt?” I asked, biting into the apple he gave me.
“Uh…” He swallowed his Sloppy Joe, “Yeah.”
He took off his coat and tossed it over to me, and I quickly put it on, “Thanks.”
“So, how was the Caribbean?” Shane drank some of his Coke, “See any pirates.”
I laughed dryly, “No.”
“I see you got hella tan.”
“Thank you Captain Obvious.” I smiled sweetly at him.
“Get me anything?”
“Actually, yeah.” I dug through my bag.
“Sweet!” He yelled, holding out his hands expectantly.
I pulled out a small package and tossed it to him. He caught it with grace and ripped it open.
“Yes! A mother fucking dolphin stuffed animal!”
“I didn’t think you would actually like it.”
“It smells like the ocean and sunscreen.”
“The whole Caribbean smelled like that. Oh, and jerk food.”
“I’m going with you next time.”
“Of course.”
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“I didn’t know you would show up to detention today.”
“Why not?” I asked, taking off Shane’s coat and dropping my things down.
“Because it’s your first day back.”
“Anyways, what am I doing?”
“You’re going to be re-organizing the back closets.”
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“Derrick?” I asked, closing the closet.
“Yes?” He asked, raising his head.
“I got you something.”
He smiled, “And that is?”
I tossed him the bag from inside my backpack, “Open it.”
He opened the bag and peered inside, “You got me a Speedo?”
“Well, I noticed you didn’t have any swimming trunks.”
“And you decided to buy me a Speedo?”
“They didn’t have anything else.”
“Uh, well… thanks.”
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“Come back to my house.”
I turned my head to Derrick, “Why?”
“Because I haven’t hung out with you in like a week.”
I searched his face, “I guess.”
“Alright.” He smiled.
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Ugh, I know this sucks!I just have massive writers block, but I do know how it's going to end.
In like 4 or 5 chapters. Maybe.
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