HELLO BABIES WELCOME BACK ! THIS VERSION WILL REVISED AND A LOT BETTER. Bad ass White Boy with nothing to prove is back up the chapters are numbered correctly this time and I hope everything falls into place instead of being jumbled up.
THIS MAYBE A BIT FAST PACED SO BE MINDFUL OF THAT WHEN READING.
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It was 10am on a Saturday morning. I was up making myself breakfast, it was the best feeling being home alone.
The music blasted through the speakers shaking the house with each pulse.
"They can imitate you but they can't duplicate you.Cause you got something special, that makes me wanna taste you....Whatcha gon do with that desert!!DOOWAP..!!" I sang along to the lyrics of the song, taking a giant bite of my rice crispy treat.
I threw my hands up in the air, closed my eyes as I swung my hips from side to side like a stripper. My spirit animal, a fox.
I skipped around the kitchen in a pair of pink and white satin shorts that hugged and accentuated my curves. My bottom was quite large in comparison to the rest of my body.
I got this big ass from my mama.
My butt complimented my hips and thighs perfectly. My pear-shaped like figure, small at top bigger at the bottom, emphasize the fitted the light grey wife beater I wore on top. I had it tucked in my shorts with a pair of white fuzzy socks.
My long brown wavy hair was in a messy ponytail, swinging down my back.
Taking another bit of my homemade snack, I spun around ready to stir the batter for my pancakes I was preparing for breakfast; when I saw a figure in the archway of the kitchen, watching me.
"CHRIST!" I jumped dropping the wooden spoon on the black and white tile, which landed right on my big toe.
I hissed hopping on one foot, cursing and rubbing my big toe furiously.
The figure then laughed making it's way further in, he leaned his body against the counter where I made the mess.
"Give a girl a heart attack why don't-cha" I hissed
"Why? You looked like you were having fun" he teased. I went over to my phone to turn down the volume.
"How did you even get in my house?" I asked cleaning up the batter with a dish towel.
"I knocked and no one answered so I let myself in" he stated
I bent down to pick up the spoon.
He let out a loud wolf-whistle at my behind. I stood up quickly glaring at him.
"Can you not be a perv for once?"
"Nah. Not with an ass like that" he wet and bit down on his lower lip.
"You're disgusting. You have a girlfriend you know." I tried to remind him but mostly myself.
"So?" He shrugged. I arched my brow at him.
"Sooooo that means you shouldn't be looking at other girl's butts." I stressed washing up the few items I left discarded.
"Says who?"
"Says all the women in the world" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Well she doesn't have an ass like yours does she? I'm a guy, I know a sexy ass when I see one and yours Mel, is a sexy one" I heard him shuffle behind me.
"Okay white boy. Keep talking" I giggled at the idiotic childhood nickname I gave him.
"That horrible nickname" he argued crossing his arms.
"Why? It suits you" I nonchalantly teased.
"Why? You made that name because of my skin color?" He argued some more.
"No because your the whitest person I know Porter! God I'm not racist!" I clarified wiping my hands with a clean dish rag.
Porter, compared to Kay, is extremely uncoordinated. He can't dance, sing nor clap to the beat of a slow song. Kendyl and I teased him nonstop about it, hence the nickname.
"I'm Spanish too—"
He persisted
"—I know"
I noted.
"—and Native American"
"—Porter.."
"—and Irish"
"Are you going to name all your ethnicities?"
"Just trying to prove a point"
"And that is?"
"I deserve another nickname. Sexy one" he smirked.
"Pfft yeah alright, because you're not from buffalo New York" I laughed tilting my head to the side, amused.
"Buffalo is not an all white area!" He argued
"Oh really? And how many middle classed black families do you know"
"TWO!"
"BAHAHAHA! Oh my goodness. Porter it's the suburbs up there. It's like the trailer park for red necks or Spanish Harlem for Hispanics.
You only see one type of race there"
"You're such a know it all" he said
"And you're still and will forever be my white boy"
I laughed again turning around to cleaning out the sink.
"You should really stop calling me that" he voice came out hushed.
He stilled behind me.
I felt his warm breath tickle my ear. He was so close I could feel his chest brushing against my back.
Drying my hands with a paper towel I shifted.
"Don't move" He warned
My body tensed, the feeling of his hands traveling up my thighs to my ass made me shiver.
He groped and squeezed it tenderly, pulling me by my hips and pressing me against his hard member.
I gasped turning around, swatting him with the towel.
"PORTER!"
"What Mel? Come on you know I had to feel it." He laughed
I felt my face heat up, I was angry and embarrassed, more so I was super turned on.
Why in the world was he so hard? He's such a freak.
Although Porter and I are not a thing. We do flirt—or he flirts with me, but it's meaningless.
Harmless fun, if we dated it would become too complicated.
Plus, I couldn't see myself dating my best friend's brother, that's too cliche for me. It could ruin our friendship completely.
We've been best friends since as long as I can remember, our moms have been high school best friends as well.
They were like sisters, always had each other's back, never a dull moment with them.
Our bond was strong because of them. I was the quote on quote 'exotic' one of the trio, I am half Italian and Antiguan, 1/3 Venezuelan.
My older sister on my father side is full African American—her mom, and Italian/ Antiguan.
She has a caramel to chocolate complexion and I have my mother's light to medium complexion.
We both speak Italian fluently, dad taught us throughout middle and high school.
Whenever I got to see him, I would get plenty of Italian lessons. We both got prizes for learning new words and phrases each time.
My father gave us really expensive gifts; the latest cellphones, laptops and gift cards to our favorite stores.
Dad owns many businesses down in Antigua, three in Italy and New York. He owns two restaurant chains upstate and one in the city as well.
I hope I get to see him soon.
Dad is of Antiguan decent but was born and raised in Italy.
He has bronzed skin,
dark brown eyes and short curly jet black hair. He has one dimple in his left cheek, strong jaw line with amazing bone structure.
Dad is truly handsome, I can see why mamma fell for him.
My mother is beautiful, 'Easy on the eyes' papá always said.
Mamma has extremely long wavy chestnut hair. With aqua blue eyes and yellow skin, mamma can make anyone swoon.
My mother was born in Venezuela and lived in Greece until she was 9 years old, she fled her country in Asylum to reside in the U.S. with her parents and younger sister due to many wars.
Both Kendyl and Porter's parents had the same experience. Mrs. Johnson came from Puerto Rico in search for a better life, where she met Mr. Johnson in college.
He was her college Professor in her third year. They dated for a few years then got married.
Being that Mr. J was Caucasian, her parents did not accept him. After they both had Kendyl and Porter. 6 years into their marriage, the lovely couple got divorced.
There were numerous occasions where Mr. J cheated, which I don't quite understand because Mrs. J is so beautiful and intelligent.
Kendyl and Porter rarely knew their father, not spending anytime with them before she kicked him out. Kendyl was 7 Porter was 8.
Mrs. J moved from Florida to Buffalo New York later that year, Kay and Porter grew up not really knowing their father or about their Hispanic heritage due to shame.
At 5 feet 6 inches, I stood in front of Porter, he grinned down mischievously at me.
"You really can't keep your hands to yourself can you?"
I placed my hands on his defined chest pushing him away. He took a step back eyes filled with laughter.
"Really me? You're the one who's feeling me up"
He chuckled
I quickly removed my hands as though they were on fire.
He watched as I walked away from him attempting to place my already cold scrambled eggs on a plate, I dropped the frying pan in the sink so it could be washed later.
I took out a smaller pan for the pancakes, I turned the heat on low adding margarine butter to the base of the pan.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked feeling extremely flustered under his gaze.
Is this the reason why he came over? To annoy me on a Saturday?
"You're nipples are hard" he bluntly stated.
"W-What?" He pointed at my thin top.
And there they were. My nipples were hard buds printing through the wife beater. I suddenly regretted going braless even though I had little boobs.
But then again, it was my house!
I shyly crossed my arms over my chest, once again flustered and embarrassed.
I blushed turning my back to him.
Gosh! The humiliation
"Don't hide it. It's hot" he snacked his arms around my waist pulling me into his over heated body, he rest his chin on my shoulder breathing in my vanilla scent.
I silently thanked God for allowing me to shower and spray my favorite body mist.
My face heated up even more, I knew that Porter liked me and the thought of that scared me shitless.
He liked my "soulful" brown eyes, my "kissable" lips. Even though I may not want him now but in the future I would, but I knew and he knew we couldn't be together because of the pack we made back then.
"Shut up" I mumbled trying to wiggle my way out his arms. He pulled me closer growling in my ear before sucking on the lobe.
"EEEKKK" I squealed accidentally rubbing against his dick.
He groaned squeezing me tighter around my waist.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" he hissed trailing soft kisses along my neck.
"So let me go then" I argued unsuccessfully prying his massive fingers from around me.
"No"
Sighing in defeat, the front door flew open.
Saved by the bell!
In a flash I turned my head to the door. Both my best friend and sister entered together.
Porter and I exchanged glances before he released me.
I sighed in relief.
Delilah paused watching us as Kendyl continued to make her way into the kitchen, she put the few grocery bags—filled with candy and chips, she held on the counter.
"What's going on in here?" Delilah asked
Ignoring her previous statement, I took the chance to move away from him walking over to her.
I grabbed a bag from her, giving her a side hug.
"Nothing—"
Kendyl abruptly interrupted me.
"They've always been like that. Flirting and touching each other. It's pathetic really, I wish they'd just go out already. It's driving me insane" she confessed angrily taking the items out of each of brown paper bag.
I gasped "When was dating your brother an option for you or me!?"
"Since you told me you had a crush on him in 8th grade"
Realizing what she had said, Kay covered her mouth shocked.
But the damage was already done, our long kept secret was out.
I maneuvered over to her hitting her on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry Mel" her voice down casted in guilt.
"You seriously have a crush on me?" Porter asked appearing at my side.
I glanced at him not meeting his gaze.
"HAD Porter. As in past tense. And yeah I did, you were dating Jessica at the time"
She was 8th grade's most popular student, and she knew how I felt about Porter. She purposely dated him to hurt me and for going to Sadie Hawkins dance with her crush, Alfred.
She's disliked me ever since.
"Mel-" I stopped him.
I hate when looks at me with pity, it made me feel like trash, dirt, shit that someone stepped in. His expression was just that lame.—read definition at the of chapter.
"No don't do that" I snapped
"Do what?" He questioned
"That pity thing. It was 4 years ago don't feel bad for me. Please don't, I don't need it!" I told him getting a bit angrier than I should have.
"Yeah but-"
"I'm going to my room"
I mumbled rushing past him taking two steps at a time.
"Melanie-" Delilah called after me.
"The pancakes are on the stove help yourselves. I'm not hungry anymore" I walked into my room slamming the door behind me.
My breathing was fast as I panicked.
Anxiety, something I can't control. The emotions become too real.
I slumped down against the door to the carpeted floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on my them.
I didn't know I was crying or why—until I felt the wetness on my cheek. A soft sob escaped my lips as I wept.
I wasn't really much of a crier, I learned to be strong over the last few years but something about Porter broke me.
I still wasn't quiet sure when it would stop or why I ignored Porter's voice outside my door, asking me to let him in.
I cried for at least an hour and a half curled up in my bed under the covers.
Wiping my eyes I stood up walking over to my walk-in closet, selecting a pair of black baggy sweat pants and a matching hoodie—I pulled it over my tank .
I redid my ponytail into a messy bun.
Checking my reflection before opening the door, I went downstairs to grab a bag of chips.
It was still early in the morning but I didn't care, I wasn't in the mood for a full meal. I had no appetite.
I was really craving Doritos though, the best comfort food ever to be created in the world.
When I landed on the bottom step I noticed that the kitchen was cleaned and vacant, everyone was piled up in the living room watching a Halloween movie.
The bag of Doritos was on the top shelf in the cupboard, where my short ass could not reach it.
Who did this shit? They think this is funny?
"Damnit!" I hissed standing on the tip of my toes using my fingers to tilt the bag, trying my hardest to grab it.
Almost there! Come to your mommy bitch.
A hand grabbed it before I could knock it down.
"Hey!" I turned around to face a pair of green-hazel eyes staring down at me.
Porter
"Here" he handed me the bag slowly
"Thanks" I took it hesitantly not breaking his intense stare.
"Look I'm sorry" he sighed running his fingers through his dark brown hair.
"For what?"
"For making you feel pressured, touching you, making you feel uncomfortable."
"Oh. it's fine, really"
Not that I was complaining.
I kind of liked it truth be told. I loved the attention he gave me , no guy has ever made me feel so wanted like his has.
Sure I had plenty of boyfriends before, but all of them cared about one thing and one thing only. Sex.
Of course Porter did too he's a guy, I don't know, it just feels different.
Sure enough I'll never admit that to him.
"No it's not. I thought about what you said and I realized that I shouldn't be touching you inappropriately when I have a girlfriend. I love Renae and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. It won't happen again I promise" he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and walked away.
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> lame (adj) (of an explanation or excuse) unconvincingly feeble.