“I’m here,” I said shortly. I heard light giggling from the hall and I walked to the door to look outside. I saw Mila with Troy standing at the corner, whispering about something and Mila was looking up at him with glee in her eyes. The glee that should have been reserved for me. I watched as Troy reached over and ran his fingers through her hair; okay, that might have been an exaggeration. His touch was momentary and it seemed as if he were picking something off of her. My hand clenched on the phone as I stared at them. I could hear my dad still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. I watched as Troy and Mila walked down the hallway past my door and I gave Troy a death stare, though he wasn’t paying attention to me. Mila looked up and gave me a coy smile as she passed by, her eyes seemingly mocking me, and I could feel my palm itching to give her a good spanking. That would show her to just walk past me with another man and think she had one up on me. If she only knew the things I was capable of. I watched her hips swaying as they rounded the corner, and I smiled to myself as I thought about the look she’d have on her face if I bent her across my lap and spanked her lightly and then fingered her. I’d roll her over so that I could see her eyes rolling and her lips quivering as I brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fingers.
“TJ, get this done and don’t fuck it up,” my dad barked into the phone. I hung up, muttering under my breath, “You’d better believe I’m going to fuck it up, Dad.” I smiled to myself as I headed to the living room. I was going to fuck it up as hard as I could.
Chapter Eleven
Mila
December 28th, 2009
Dear Diary,
I know what perfection is. Well, I guess that’s not correct. I know what bliss is. True and complete bliss. I was sitting in my room, listening to music on my iPod, feeling quite sorry for myself. TJ and Cody had gone on two double dates and Mom and Dad banned me from watching TV because they said I watch too many reality shows. Whatever! Anyways, there I was, lying on my bed, humming along to Boyz II Men and Coolio, and guess who walked into my room? You got it! My future husband, the wonderful magnificent gorgeous Adonis that is Travis James Walker. He just walked in, sat on my bed, grabbed one of my earphones and put it into his ear. He started grinning as he stared at me and listened to the song. To be honest, I can’t even remember what song I’d been listening to. All I can remember is his gorgeous green eyes as they gazed at me and I could see that he’d been working out because his biceps were so buff. I sat up so that my earphones wouldn’t break and then all of a sudden we both started rapping to the song that was playing. I didn’t even know I knew all the words and I was shocked he knew the words. It was just a perfect moment. We just sat there rapping together and giggling and then we kinda moved back on the bed swaying in time to the beat. I could almost cry it was so perfect. And then Cody had to come and ruin it because that’s who he is. The ruiner of all my dreams. Anyways, thought I had to let you know right away. Bliss is rapping to LL Cool J or whoever with TJ Walker on the bed, rubbing shoulders. The only way it could have been better is if he would have kissed me, but then I might just have died.
Mila
XOXO
“I can’t believe that I am going to play truth or dare with my sister.” Cody looked totally disgusted as we all sat around the campfire that TJ and he had set up just minutes before. “Who persuaded me to do this?”
“The beer did.” TJ laughed as he swigged from his bottle.
“And I hope I was a small influence,” Barbie said, swaying her hair in the wind as she stood there with a bottle of water in her hand, her breasts bouncing in her hot pink halter top. Once again she was wearing no bra. I wanted to tell her she might as well have kept her bikini on or just gone topless, but I stopped myself. Knowing Barbie as well as I did already, I knew she would go topless in a heartbeat and that would piss me off even more.
“Should we start a collection?” Sally whispered in my ear as she pointed at Barbie.
“I think we’re the only ones who would put anything in.” I giggled as I whispered back to her. “I think she’s allergic to bras.”
“You’re right.” Sally laughed loudly this time. “I think I read about that condition in a medical journal.”
“Because you read medical journals all the time.” I burst out laughing.
“Hey, I read Cosmo and sometimes they have health tips.” She nodded, looking serious.
“Yeah, tips like what should you do if a condom comes off inside of you,” I said and I froze as Troy came up to me.
“You’re looking pretty tonight.” He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and I could see Sally grinning.
“We still need to talk.” I glared at her, moving my face away from Troy.
“Yes, we do.” She grinned. “You sly dog, you.”
“I’m the sly dog?” I shook my finger at her. “You’re trying to get me into trouble.”
“I think you do that to yourself.” She giggled. “I need to learn from you.”
“Learn what from me?” I groaned.
“What are you two talking about?” Troy looked puzzled as he tried to take my hand, and I stepped away from him.
“Where Barbie should carry her rass to,” Sally said quickly, and Troy looked confused.
“Huh?” he said and I giggled.
“Sally.” I shook my head at her. “Behave.”
“I’m trying,” she said, her brown eyes boring into mine, looking hurt for a few seconds before looking over at Cody and Barbie.
“What did you say?” Troy said. “I didn’t understand.”
“It wasn’t English,” I said. “It’s a Caribbean term,” I said knowledgeably, feeling like some sort of smarty-pants.
“You’re Caribbean?” He looked at Sally in surprise.
“No.” She shook her head. “But I have family from Guyana, so I’ve been there several times, and to Jamaica, Barbados, St. Lucia and Antigua.”