~Summer-Storm~
"Princesa." A voice whispers, making me stir. "Princesa!" I groan but don't open my eyes. "PRINCESA!"
Alarmed, my eyes snap open as I throw my fist out, catching the person in the jaw, making them curse. I jump up, lunging at the person, taking us both to the living room floor. I flip the person onto their front and pin their arm to their lower back.
"Ow, shit, shit, fuck! Princesa, it's me, Kayden!"
My eyes widen. "Oh shit!" I let him go and help him up. "I'm sorry. Reflexes."
He massages his shoulder. "It's fine." I lean up and peck him on the cheek. "Hey, you missed!" He pouts cutely.
He leans down to kiss my lips but I turn away, making him kiss my cheek instead. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. Morning breath."
"Welp, I got all of that on video."
Kayden and I both turn to the kitchen doorway and see Mama Paris holding her phone, a smirk on her face.
"You mean you got Kayden getting his ass kicked by his girlfriend on video?" I grin, walking over. "You have to send that to me."
"Summer! Mamí!" He whines like a little kid.
*~*
"Kayden, where the hell are you taking me?!" I question as he covers my eyes with his hands, leading me somewhere in the school.
"Just a few more seconds. I promise."
Like promised, he removes his hands a few seconds later and my jaw drops as I gawk at what I see.
The whole gym is covered in pink sticky notes. One wall has the word 'PROM?' spelled out in blue sticky notes.
"Prom isn't my thing," I say turning around to face Kayden. "But of course I'll go with you."
He pulls out a pack of Oreos from behind his back. "I got you these instead of flowers."
"You know me too well." I say, taking the Oreos and pecking his lips.
I hear cheering as my brother, Kyla, Hannah and Cassie walk out from under the bleachers.
"STAYDEN!"
*~*
"Ow, ow, OW!" I yell in pain as Kyla tugs at my hair while curling it. My hair is naturally pin straight, and truthfully, I like it. So I don't know why Kyla's trying to rip it all out. "That freaking hurts!"
"Oh, stop complaining." She says, curling one last bit of hair. "Done."
Then Cassie walks up to me, in her gold dress and heels. Kyla's wearing a blue dress and stilettos. Hannah's wearing a green dress and flats.
If you can't tell by now, we're all at Kyla's house getting ready for prom.
I look in Cassie's hands and see a makeup bag in it and immediately start protesting.
"Oh, hell no. No. No. No. No way. Hell to the no!"
"Come on, Stormy." Hannah pleads from her position on Kyla's bed as I sit on a chair in front of her dresser.
"No." I decline. "I don't wear makeup."
"It's just some eyeliner, mascara and lipstick." Cassie assures. "We don't need to contour or anything like that since you already have high cheekbones and a great jawline."
"You're not going to let me leave the house until you do my makeup, are you?"
"Nope." Kyla shakes her head.
"Fine." I agree hesitatingly. "But no jewelry apart from my Quad bracelet."
Yes, my Quad bracelet. My brothers and I have one each. It's a leather bracelet attached to a silver plate with has our names engraved in it.
"Deal."
After Cassie applies the eyeliner, mascara and lipstick to my face, Hannah throws something at me. I catch it.
"Now go put on your dress."
"Dress?!" I exclaim. "I don't wear dresses! Or skirts. Or pink, unless it's has to do with breast cancer." I trail off. "And when did you even buy me a dress?"
"A few weeks ago." Kyla answers, doing her makeup. "I dragged Cole to the mall and he picked out the dress."
"He has some good taste in clothes." Cassie compliments, nodding in approval.
"Now go put the dress on." Hannah demands, pointing to the bathroom.
I grumble a few things under my breath in Spanish before stumbling into the bathroom.
"Holy shit." I whisper, looking in the mirror after I change. I don't see a tomboy who is obsessed with sports and Oreos. I see a woman who is dressed to impress.
The dress is red and goes up to my knees. It has a belt around the waist and shows off my curves.
As soon as I walk out of the bathroom, Kyla, Hannah and Cassie start squealing.
"Oh my god, you look so pretty!" Cassie compliments.
"I have never seen you in a dress." Hannah gawks. "You look really pretty."
"You look hot." Kyla smirks, bumping hips with me. "Kayden's definitely going to drool a river."
"Right back at you." I smirk back, replying to her earlier compliment before turning to Hannah and Cassie. "You guys look beautifuuuul."
They laugh. "Thanks."
"Put on you shoes." Kyla throws a pair of heels at me, nearly stabbing me in the face.
Heels? Oh, hell no. This is where I draw the line.
"Yeah, no. There is no way in hell I'm going to wear heels." I say, throwing them to the corner of the room. "You guys are making me wear makeup and a dress, I'm not wearing heels. I get to choose my own shoes."
They share a look before sighing. "Fine."
I grin smugly, skipping to Kyla's closet and pulling out a pair of black and white Converses.
Cassie's jaw drops. "Converse?!"
I shrug. "Your lucky I'm not wearing my Nikes."
They really are lucky. Nike is my brand and I always wear Nike shoes.
"Girls, the boys are here!" Kyla's mom calls from downstairs.
Hannah goes down first, then Cassie, then Kyla.
My turn.
"Tienes esto, chica. Te ves caliente y la mandíbula es goin Kayden a caer." (You got this, girl. You look hot and Kayden's jaw is going to drop). I mutter to myself in Spanish.
I take a deep breath and walk down the stairs. As soon as the boys see me, their jaws drop.
"Wow, sis you look great." Cole pulls me into a hug, kissing my forehead.
"Yeah, we've never seen you in a dress." Reese and Nate pipe up in unison, giving me hugs.
"Yeah, well don't get used to it." I smile, walking over to Kayden. "Hey, Kade, I think you got a little bit of drool..."
He snaps out of his trance and rolls his eyes. "Shut up. You look beautiful, Princesa."
"Not too bad yourself." I say as he ties the corsage onto my wrist and I pin one onto his leather jacket. Yes, his leather jacket. Instead of wearing a tux like my brothers, he's wearing a pair of faded blue skinny jeans, a loose white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. But he has a really good style, so I'm not complaining.
*~*
"Guys, can we get out of here?" I whine as Kayden, Nate, Cole, Reese, Kyla, Hannah, Cassie and I sit at a table. After two hours of dancing, we decided to sit down and rest.
"Not until they choose the Prom King and Queen." Hannah says, sipping her punch.
As if on que, the principal, Mr Farrington, speaks into the microphone. "Alright, kids, time for what you've all been waiting for, Prom King and Queen!"
Everyone cheers, going to stand in the dance floor. I don't get up, so Kyla drags me over.
"Your Prom King is...Kayden Paris!" Everyone cheers as Kayden walks onto stage and let's Mr Farrington put the crown on his head. "And your Prom Queen is...Summer-Storm TeNana-Williams!"
Everyone cheers even louder.
"Ha, that's funny, I could have sworn that he said-"
I'm cut off by Mr Farrington. "Summer-Storm!"
I look at him like a dear caught in headlights before Kyla pushes me towards the stage. Mr Farrington places the crown on my head.
"Everybody please clear the dance floor for the King and Queen dance."
Kayden puts his hands on my waist and I put mine around his neck as we sway to the music.
"You know, I'm more of a Hip Hop kinda gal." I trail off, looking up at him.
He chuckles. "Considering you've been doing Hip Hop for ten years now, I'm sure it is."
"Tonight wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be." I admit, smiling softly.
"Definitely wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be." He agrees, smiling down at me. I grin bore leaning up and pressing my lips to his, making the gym erupt in cheers and whoops.
"Want to get out of here?"
"Hell yeah."