**heads up, italian will be spoken in this chapter and the translations are in the A/N
06 : breaking my best friend's trust
💔 Sloan Aphrodisiac 💔
"Dang, girl, you're one hot mama." I laughed at Simrin, who whooped with her Spanish accent, and winked.
"I could say the same for you, what a betty!" I complimented. She twirled around, her dress heightening in a way that would intrigue any man.
Simrin's pop playlist blared through her speaker, and occasionally one of my favorite bands came on. Angela was cooking dinner, gotta love Italian moms, while Roberto was still at work thankfully. That's a lecture on behavior that we won't miss. Leith was at home with mom and Benjamin, and Julian went out to buy groceries for Angela. Everything was going great, hopefully it stays that way.
"Do you think River will be there?" Simrin blurted, admiring the makeup I applied on her earlier against her will.
I arched a brow and smirked. "Probably. It's the popular girl's birthday, and he's not one to miss a good party. Why do you wanna know?"
Simrin blushed and shrugged nonchalantly, but I saw the chagrin smile quirking at her lips. That's a thing Simrin does, smiling when embarrassed, I caught onto that habit quickly and it's so easy to tell when she's lying. "I just...don't feel like being confronted tonight about tutoring him."
Lies. This Italian bombshell sits on a throne of lies.
"I doubt River would want to chat about school, if anything he'd want to do something else, if you know what I mean." I tossed a condom that I found in Julian's wallet earlier at Simrin. It slid down her shoulder and into her bra.
I applauded my aim as I ran out of Simrin's room and into her kitchen, knowing she'd be attacking me as soon as she found out what the square was. My assumptions were correct. Just as I sat on a stool in front of a cooking Angela, Simrin trudged through the house, yelling my name.
"Hey, Angie." I said and plopped my chin on my hands. Angela turned to me with raised brows. Angela didn't look a day over thirty, she had a killer figure and wore designer clothes, it's a bit shocking she married a geek like Roberto, but they're cute together.
"Ciao, bebe." Angela blew me a kiss, her dark red lips puckering. "Why is my daughter yelling like a persona pazza?"
"Because she has a crus-" I didn't get to complete my sentence because two arms wrapped around my neck. I choked on air and saw Angela's grassy green eyes widen. She forced Simrin away from me.
"Cosa ne pensi che stai facendo il mio bambino stupido?" Angela said in Italian, I didn't know what she meant, but it didn't seem good according to Simrin's helpless face. Angela gave me a consoling hug. She and I had a very special bond, we joked with Simrin, a lot. I pouted at Angela and then sent Simrin a sneaky wink.
Simrin's jaw slacked and her expression was comedic."Mamma, se solo sapeste-"
"I don't want to know." Angela cut her off and then rubbed my shoulder."Now, Sloan, what were you saying about Simrin having a what now?"
I smiled slyly and explained,"I was going to say, before I was rudely interrupted, that Simrin has a crush."
Simrin glared at me but I simply cheekily grinned. She'll get over it sooner or later, I thought, watching as Angela started squealing manically.
"No, I don't." Simrin grit through her perfect teeth and placed her hands on her hips."I'm just thinking about tutoring this guy, is all."
"What's this ragazzo's name?" Angela questioned, pecking her daughter's cheek and stirring up some spaghetti. My mouth watered at the sight of steam coming from the pot and my nose twitched, paying attention to the scent of spices that were filling the air.
"His name's River, River Blake." I informed, knowing the term ragazzo after hearing Angela call Julian that plenty of times. Angela's eyes flashed in recognition.
"I met him once when Roberto and I went to the Mayor's house for dinner. Handsome man, River is. Polite too. Perfect for my principessa." Angela rambled, wiping her hands with a dishrag. I knew Angela would know him, his father was the mayor after all, and Roberto works with him. "I do know Howard, maybe I should invite him and his family for dinner."
"No!" Simrin yelped just as I screamed, "Yes!"
"Let's see..." Angela hummed, tapping her chin, and then counting two fingers on one hand and one on the other. She proceeded to gently smash the lonely finger with the two.
"Two against one, sorry Simmy, I'll call him tomorrow."
With a satiated grin, I hopped off the stool and decided that Simrin and I leave to the party now.
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Translations -
Persona Pazza = crazy person
Cosa ne pensi che stai facendo il mio bambino stupido = What do you think you're doing my stupid baby
Mamma, se solo sapeste = Mom, if you only knew
Ragazzo = Boy
Principessa = Princess
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