Mr. Panty Dropper [(Interracial)B.1/2] (CURRENTLY RE-EDITING)

Ch.3

It's been days without my beloved phone. I could only imagine all my snapchat streaks that have been lost. 

Over the last week, Darren and I have been hitting it off so far, we've talked a bit more and it feels like things are moving a little too fast for me. 

He kissed me yesterday, surprising both of us. It was before we both went into class. He said a stupid joke and I smiled. I couldn't keep my eyes off his mouth and he could tell. I had been waiting for something, anything, big or small.  

Monday morning came around again and I heard a loud thud coming from the hallway. I got up and looked at Jared on the stairs as if he had fell.

"What's all the noise for Jared?" I said.

"I stubbed my got-damn toe Juliana. Fuck off." he said. I laughed at him and continued down the stairs to see my mom drinking her coffee and eating some french toast with berries on top.

"Morning baby, what happened up there?" she asked.

"He's so dramatic, all he did was stub his toe." I said. She smiled and we caught up a bit before she headed out to work.

I went back upstairs to finish getting ready for school. As usual, we got there and went our separate ways. Darren had texted my burner phone to meet up in the lot. I saw him leaned against his car and walked to where he was.

"How was your weekend ciccio?" He asked. (Honey).

"Could've been better-"

"-If I was there, no?" He interrupted. I scoffed at him as he walked slowly behind me to our first period class. He passed me a note halfway through the class saying, 'Lunch?'. I wrote back, 'Sure'. Soon, we were halfway through our day and lunch approached.

"Where are we going?" I asked buckling my seatbelt in his car.

"I actually think we should have a quick lunch at my house, to show you about me a little more." he spoke. 

I wasn't 100% comfortable going to his place but I felt like I could trust him. He drove us away from the school and to his house, not too far away.

It was a beautiful mini-mansion home with a paved driveway and enclosed around a metal fence. He parked in front of the house and came around to open my door. I was a bit starstruck looking around at how private and well-off his family must've been to have a house like this.

We walked inside and it was tall windows shining sunlight into the home; a beautifully decorated living area and granite countertops met my eyes as we continued to walk through.

"Your house is... wow. I almost don't want to eat in here it looks so nice and clean." I said. I probably sounded dumb to him but honestly, it was a beautiful place.

"So what are we eating?" I continued, feeling my stomach rumble. "Pizza?"

"I actually have something homemade in the oven already. Our kitchen staff already prepared lunch this morning." he said. 

Staff?! Am I dreaming? I wonder what that's like. 

"Want a tour?" he stuck his hand out. 

"I would love that." I took his hand as he lead me around his house. He showed me to one of their guest rooms with the softest bed I had ever sat on. I leaned back on the bed and let me body be engulfed by the comforter.

"This is so relaxing." I groaned. We sat there for a minute in silence. 

"Can I tell you something?" I heard his voice say. I had never really noticed his accent before, but in this moment, in this silence, it shined its way through. I turned my head towards him as he sat next to be and leaned close to my body.