Taste (18+)

Chapter 8

                                   Onyx's POV
I crossed my arms and started pouting.

I wanted him to fucking kiss me!

I was ready for it!

I was fucking ready!

I was waiting!

Georgina turned around and ran away like her ass was on fire.

"I am so fucking pissed. She completely ruined that. Now I'm uncomfortable."

"Yeah...I kinda am too.."

"Fuck! I know you're not the type of person but don't tell her this. I fucking hate her."

"Hate who? Gina?"

"Yeah. I hate show she fucking treats you. Maybe...she's just fucking jealous. Have you seen her hair? It's a fucking mess babe. Holy fuck."

"AWWWW! You called me "babe"! I can call you pet names now too!"

I started hugging him.

"Listen to me."

I looked up and him then put my chin on his chest.

"I'm going to love you and I'm going to teach you how to love yourself.

I held my right pinky finger up.

"Promise?"

He wrapped his left pinky finger around mine.

"Yes. I promise."

Then....

Then...

He did it.

He kissed me.

He kissed me right on my aunt and uncle's couch. He kissed me again. Ava saw him pulling away.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Buckley got pissed again.

"First Gina...now you?"

"Oh I was coming to check on you both. I wasn't expecting you to fucking kiss! Guess we have the same taste in boys."

"Oh I know you did not just say that."

"Isn't it true? We both pulled twin brothers. Italian brothers too!"

"Buck's accent's better than Brad's though."

"Oh no. No it's not."

"See? We don't have the same taste."

"But they're identical."

"Okay and have you seen us mix them up?"

"Okay. That's true."

Buckley's phone went off a few hours later.

"Fuck. I have to leave. My mom needs help with something."

He kissed me then stood up. He walked away and I heard the front door close. Ava plopped down next to me on the couch.

"Sooooo....how was it?"

"I'm not gonna tell you."

"It must've been good! Look at the smile on your face!"

My face was heating up so I covered my face with my shirt and hands.

"She's fucking blushing! She's blushing!"

"Oh knock it off Ava. They're not gonna last."

I uncovered my face.

"Shut up Gina! You don't know that!"

Georgina went on another attack on me.

Oh Monday, I woke up early so I could braid my hair. I listened to music while I braided my hair. I had my headphones in. I was listening to a new Selena Gomez song that I've had on repeat.

I started singing in my head.

"Why we conversin' over this steak tartare when we could be somewhere other than here makin' out in the back of a car? Or in the back of a bar? Or we could make a memoir. Yeah. On the back wall of the last stall in the bathroom at The Bazaar."

I finished braiding my hair then threw some stud earrings in.