"Who all is here? I saw Fabian's car!" she screeched.
Lolita, don't do it. Don't do it.
"Your brother and his friends are in the den."
Fuck.
We groaned and swore as Marisol squealed and sprinted for us.
"Hey, guys!" She grinned when she bounced in.
"Hi," I said, as we all gave curt waves.
"Whatcha doin'?" She sat next to Swayze, as Fabian and I had taken single chairs. Swayze looked uncomfortable as fuck, which made my dark heart a little happy.
"Playing this game. Don't you have homework or something to do?" Fabian growled. He hated her coming around just as much as we did. Not only was she annoying, but she was embarrassing too.
"Can I play?"
"No."
She frowned but didn't leave. Instead, she reached for a cookie and relaxed further into Swayze's side. The rest of the night was spent dodging her cringy flirting. She was onlyfifteen and still trying to find herself. While she was popular, it was only because of her wealth and not because of her personality. She didn't date much.
"Are you going to homecoming?" she asked us in the kitchen, while we were taking another snack break. Swayze and I exchanged a look and laughed.
"No, we don't do that shit anymore. We're seniors this year."
Her face fell. "Oh, right. Well, what about the game? Do you have dates?"
Swayze and I froze. Where the fuck had Fabian gone off too? He said he'd be right back.
Swayze cleared his throat."Marisol, we don't really date."
It was true. We barely fucked a pussy twice, let alone pretend to like the girl. We couldn't do that to Fabian. He'd slaughter us.
"Oh, I thought you dated Leticia Deetz over the summer. She said you did." Her brown eyes swung to me, and I looked at the floor.
"That's not dating, we just..."
"Sex? You just had sex?" She crossed her arms. "I knew it. Don't look at me like that. I know what sex is."
"Have you..." Swayze asked, his face concerned. Anyone who was sleeping with Marisol wasn't doing it for her winning personality. When she wasn't being cringy, she was a spoiled bitch.
She lifted her hand, showing off a blue ring. "See this? My dad gave it to me when I was twelve. It's a promise ring. I promised I'd save myself for the right person. Because I'm special."
Fabian came into the room and rolled his eyes at her.“It’s not really special if?—"
"Didn't your sister have that same ring?" I blurted.
Their heads swung toward me. I'd remembered seeing that ring before. Domino, the youngest one, the runaway. She'd worn a similar ring.
"We don't talk about her," Marisol snapped and stormed out of the room.
"What's up with that, anyway?" Swayze asked Fabian, while the latter busied himself making a sandwich.
"Not much. She's still gone, my dad's still dead. Mom's still nuts. It's all the same around here." He clearly didn't want to talk about it. Understandably so. He paused and raised an eyebrow. "Why, do you know anything?"
I forced myself not to look at Swayze. It'd be too obvious. We'd sworn we'd take it to the grave that we'd watched her leave.
