“Are you excited? I hear adulting isn’t as fun as it seems.”
“Uh.” I paused in thought for a moment. “I think I’m excited for a new chapter.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know. No more school. No more fuckwits telling us what to do with our lives. It’d be nice to have a little control,” I explained.
Enoch suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand that was picking at the fuzz on the comforter. He placed it in the space between our chests and began tracing the outline of my fingers.
“Do you think you’ll stay in town?” He asked.
I shrugged, adding an ‘I dunno’ when I realized he might not be able to see the motion. Of course I wasn’t going to stay in town, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. He’d only ask questions. More questions I didn’t have answers to that I could give him.
“You know a lot about my family, I mean, Eden spent twenty minutes telling you about how she used to dress me up in princess costumes as a kid and parade me around the neighborhood.” I chuckled and he rolled his eyes. “Tell me more about yours. Is it just you and your dad now?”
For fuck’s sake.
I let out a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasiness in my stomach and answered him. “Yeah. My mom left the day she brought me home from the hospital.”
“Really?” Enoch said with shock.
“Well, maybe not literally. But I’m pretty sure it was like a few days after my birth,” I said. My mother’s absence didn’tmean much to me, but it seemed to bother Enoch as he squeezed my hand as if I needed comfort.
“I take it that’s where you got your red hair?” He asked.
“Technically you get red hair from both parents,” I corrected.
“I know this is gonna sound super ignorant,”I know where this is going.“But I didn’t realize there were Latino redheads. I know there’s like a huge population of them in Russia actually, and of course, like, Scotland or whatever, but…Mexico?”
I laughed softly. “Yeah, you and pretty much everyone else who finds out my dad isn’t white say the same thing.”
“So…” he trailed off waiting for me to explain.
“You have to inherit the gene from both parents. There’s a theory about how it comes from the Spanish that colonized Latin America, but somewhere along the line my dad got the genetic mutation passed down to him. Then he fucked my mom, a ginger, and here I am.”
“Jeez, you make it sound so, I dunno, vulgar,” Enoch said with disgust.
“What? Fucking?” I asked with a smirk, his reaction funny to me for some reason. “What would you rather me say, ‘they made love’?”
Enoch snorted, “No, although that’s better thanfucking.” I could feel him cringing as he said it. “Is it true that redheads, you know…” he trailed off, and I reached behind him.
“You just slapped my butt!” he exclaimed in surprise. “You’re lucky I like it rough, or I’d make you sleep on the floor.”
“Shut up, shitbird. You were just going to ask if my pubes are red too weren’t you, Enoch?” I whisper-shouted with disapproval, only partly serious.
He scoffed, releasing my hand he had still been idly playing with, and shoved my shoulder. “I was going to ask if it was truethat redheads were going extinct,” he said matter-of-factly. “But since you mentioned it…”
I shoved him back hard, and he broke into laughter. I joined in, shoving him again and he quieted down, shushing the both of us.
“Alright, alright, truce,” he sighed, placing his hand on my lower back and scooting us closer together until we were touching. “How come you call me, Enoch?”
I slipped my leg on top of his hip without thinking about it. There was probably something wrong with me for starting to get turned on, but I recognized the feeling of butterflies in my stomach.
Jesus, Shiloh. Getting nervous and turned on pressed against Enoch’s body, what is wrong with you?
When’s the last time I even came? Well…no, shut up. You’re not counting those times. You were high out of your fucking mind.
It’s probably just pent-up sexual frustration or whatever. It’s normal for teenagers to get horny. Especially when they’re lying on top of super attractive shirtless boys.
