Crooked Young
Heaven Is Hotter Than Hell
KARINA'S POV
When you're in your final few months of high school, everything seems to fly by. Everyone's in a rush to leave - to enter the real world - and you can't stop it, so you have to keep up. For me, it felt like trying to run alongside a car as it raced down the highway.
"Right girls," Elise said excitedly, "what are we thinking for prom?"
"Trash liner," I groaned.
"Duvet," Meg replied.
Taking a sip of her Coke, Elise shook her head. "No, no way. Look, this is our last night to really make an impression."
"Exactly," I nodded. "I don't want any of these fuckers leaving prom with the idea that, in the future, they'd like to see me. I'm trying to ward people off."
"I think a duvet would suit my figure," Meg joked. "A nice belt, maybe those black studded heels too?"
"Fuck my life," Elise groaned, letting her head fall into her hands. She paused, taking in a slow, deep breathe. "Please, please please please, just dress up. Just for one night."
"Am I aloud to wear whatever I want?" I questioned.
Elise shot me a warning glare. "It has to be dressy. But yes, whatever you want."
Grinning like a fool, I sat back in my chair. I already had an idea of what I was going to wear. Meg questioned Elise a little more, asking if flats were acceptable and whether or not it was compulsory that she wore makeup.
"Meg, you still haven't told us who asked you?" I sang, nudging her in the shoulder. She shrugged, shrinking into herself, and let a faint blush settle on her cheeks.
"Come on," Elise whined, "just tell us!"
"Okay, okay," she sighed, head rolling back on the couch. "It's, uh, it's Sam Garcia."
"You lucky bitch! Alright, here's how to.."
Sitting back, I listened contently as Elise gave Meg pointer after pointer. I was happy to have my two best friends back, and even more happy that Meg was smiling. I didn't have a lot of time left in high school, or in San Diego for that matter, so I wanted to make the most of it.
Chucking my bag out of my window, I quickly made sure I had everything before clambering outside. Tony was waiting for me at the bottom, standing near to catch me if I fell. I told him repeatedly that I'd probably squish him, but he insisted anyway.
Finding my way down, I hopped on to the grass and smiled at him through the darkness. His dermal shined from the light of the moon as he grinned back.
"When are you not going to be grounded?" He chuckled, tossing my backpack over his shoulder and taking my hand.
"2050," I replied bluntly. "Maybe."
Opening the car door, I climbed in and put my seat belt on. Tony entered a few seconds later, tossing my bag in the back, and then started the car.
I was regularly having to sneak out at night, by that point. My dad had found other (ridiculous) reasons to ground me, so I had to get out somehow. Me and Tony had been going out on late night adventures - sometimes to weird places, sometimes to his house.
"Where to tonight?" He questioned.
"Uh, I don't mind," I smiled.
Glancing over at him, I noticed that his knuckles were grazed and raw. I silently moved my hand, placing it on top of his as he clutched the gear stick. I knew he didn't like talking about his family problems, but I at least wanted him to know that I was there. Regardless of place or time, I was always there.
After about 15 minutes of driving, Tony pulled up outside an unfamiliar house. There were silhouettes moving around behind the curtains, and the faint thumping of loud music.
"I'll be one minute," he said, killing the ignition.
Opening the glove compartment, I pulled out the mix I'd made for us to listen to in his car. It had Pantera, AFI, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Sex Pistols, and many more. Popping it in the CD slot, I pulled my legs up to my chest and hummed along to the start of 'Pretty Vacant' as I waited. It took me a grand total of two seconds before I decided that the Sex Pistols were definitely my favourite band.
Hearing a muffled, slurred voice, I squinted my eyes at the figures coming towards the car. One of them was holding up the other, who was toppling all over the place.
"Heyy, Kit Kat," Mike sang, tumbling into the backseat. Tony slammed the car door shut and went round to his side, climbing in. "W-What are you doing tonight, sexy?"
"Not you," I laughed, sticking my tongue out at the poor, lanky, severely-intoxicated boy.
"Aw! He cried, battering the window. "Where are we going? Isthereanotherp-party?"
"No. Not tonight, buddy," Tone replied. "We're just gonna take you home, alright?"
Mike giggled, "alright, cap'n!"
Unable to hold back my laughs, I covered my mouth with my hoodie sleeve. Mike began to sing along to the song (badly) as he flailed his arms around like an upside down jellyfish.
"Karina, d-do you remember?" Mike hiccuped, "when Tone attacked me for nearly telling you the thing I wasn't suppose to tell," he hiccuped again, "to tell you but was gonna anyways?"
I laughed a little. "Yeah?"
"Well, I'mgonnantellyou." Mike grabbed on to the back of my seat, giggling like a little girl as he did so. I could smell the strong stench of alcohol on his breathe, and every time he moved the smell of weed hit my nose.
Looking over at Tony, I realised that he seemed quite nervous. His hand was resting on his neck, and his knee was violently bouncing up and down.
"So Tony was staying at my house, m'kay?" Mike began, prodding me in the shoulder to get my attention. "We went to bed and fine and that was stuff and then I was getting up in," Mike hiccuped again, "in the middle of the night for like a shit and then I came back through and Tony was talking in his sleep and-"
"This isn't happening," Tony groaned from beside me, staring at the road ahead with a pained expression.
"He was saying your name and being all dirty and his handsweredownhisboxers and-" Blushing furiously, I pushed Mike away from me and told him to shut up. He started giggling again, filling the silence between me and Tony.
"I would really like to say that isn't true," Tony chuckled, ruffling his hair in an attempt to avoid any chance of eye contact with me.
"We should even this up," Mike said from the back. "I mean out, or up, which is it?"
Tony chuckled. "Out. And how?"
"Karina," Mike said, a devilish tone in his voice. He moved forward again, resting his chin on the back of my seat. "Haveyouever thought about Tony when you're doing the deed?"
Turning my head away, I tried to ignore the question tangled in Mike's drink-stained breath. Of course I'd thought about Tony like that, but actually admitting it felt weird (especially when he's within hearing range). Despite that, though, I didn't want to seem like a wimp. Inhaling, I prepared myself for the worst.
"Uhhu," I replied lightly, gnawing on my bottom lip.
Suddenly, the car took a momentary swerve. Grabbing on to my seat, I laughed as I turned to Tony, his tanned cheeks dark red. Mike slapped my shoulder, telling me he was proud, and then flopped backwards.
"Thank God we've nearly got him home," Tony muttered, turning the corner on to the Fuentes' street. I smiled smugly, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched the road ahead.
After dropping Mike off - which included hauling him up to his bedroom - Tony drove until he found an empty parking lot.
Yawning, I clambered into the back and snuggled up in the corner. Tony turned the music up a little before joining me, his strong arms scooping me up so he could slide underneath. I settled in his embrace and rested my head against the window, staring up at the large moon in the sky.
Brushing my hair out of my face, Tony gently pressed a kiss to my cheek. He played with my hair a lot - twirling and twisting it round his fingers. It always calmed me.
"So," he said quietly, "when you were thinking of me, what was I doing?"
Giggling at his question, I averted my gaze from the black sky to look at him. "You were just, uh, y'know," feeling embarrassment claw my words back down my throat, I made odd hand gestures to try and explain what I meant. Unfortunately, I'd always been bad at charades.
"No, I don't. Explain?" He requested, a cheeky smile on his painfully adorable face.
Knowing that he wouldn't let it go, I figured I'd just tell him. "You were, like, touching me."
"What," he replied, placing his hand on my knee, "like this?"
I shook my head as heat ran to my cheeks. Wordlessly, I slid his hand up my leg until it was at the very top of my thigh. Even though we'd had sex numerous times, having him so close to there still made me get aroused. I could never understand how couples would let one another rest their hands in between their legs.
"That's all I did?" Tony questioned. "Really?"
I shook my head again, a ghost of a giggle escaping my lips. "No, because I was like sitting on you and-" Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Tony scooted away from the window and wiggled about until he got one of my legs on either side of his waist. His eyebrows raised expectantly.
"You were also, um, you were like kissing my neck and stuff? Like just whispering things... I don't know, it's really silly."
Resting his hands on my upper thighs, Tony leaned forward and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my neck. "Like that?" He murmured, warm breathe radiating off my skin.
I shook my head a little, holding onto his torso. I moved myself a bit so that his lips were at the same location they were the last time I thought of him whilst pleasuring myself. Tony exhaled against me, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
Sinking his teeth into my skin, I let my lips part as my ragged breathing filled the air. It felt just like I imaged it would, only far better.
"You are the most beautiful person I've ever met," he whispered, kissing the spot he had just bitten. He began to suck on it, causing my mouth to open further and my back to arch.
"You drive me crazy, Karina Smith." Hooking his fingers under my strap top, Tony edged it over my shoulders and down my body until my bra was exposed to the night. He kissed a line from the bottom of my neck to my breasts.
Unclasping my bra, I took my arms out of the straps and threw it away. I wrapped my arms around Tony's neck and tossed my head back, a breathless moan coming out as he licked my nipple.
"Tony," I said quietly, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips kissed me in all the right places. I let my fingers tangle in his hair, and basked in the amazing feeling of him against me. I swore in that moment that he was the only person who I could never get tired of, and the only person who could make me feel so alive. He was a flame, and I loved getting burned.
"Tony, I love you too."
When you're in your final few months of high school, everything seems to fly by. Everyone's in a rush to leave - to enter the real world - and you can't stop it, so you have to keep up. For me, it felt like trying to run alongside a car as it raced down the highway.
"Right girls," Elise said excitedly, "what are we thinking for prom?"
"Trash liner," I groaned.
"Duvet," Meg replied.
Taking a sip of her Coke, Elise shook her head. "No, no way. Look, this is our last night to really make an impression."
"Exactly," I nodded. "I don't want any of these fuckers leaving prom with the idea that, in the future, they'd like to see me. I'm trying to ward people off."
"I think a duvet would suit my figure," Meg joked. "A nice belt, maybe those black studded heels too?"
"Fuck my life," Elise groaned, letting her head fall into her hands. She paused, taking in a slow, deep breathe. "Please, please please please, just dress up. Just for one night."
"Am I aloud to wear whatever I want?" I questioned.
Elise shot me a warning glare. "It has to be dressy. But yes, whatever you want."
Grinning like a fool, I sat back in my chair. I already had an idea of what I was going to wear. Meg questioned Elise a little more, asking if flats were acceptable and whether or not it was compulsory that she wore makeup.
"Meg, you still haven't told us who asked you?" I sang, nudging her in the shoulder. She shrugged, shrinking into herself, and let a faint blush settle on her cheeks.
"Come on," Elise whined, "just tell us!"
"Okay, okay," she sighed, head rolling back on the couch. "It's, uh, it's Sam Garcia."
"You lucky bitch! Alright, here's how to.."
Sitting back, I listened contently as Elise gave Meg pointer after pointer. I was happy to have my two best friends back, and even more happy that Meg was smiling. I didn't have a lot of time left in high school, or in San Diego for that matter, so I wanted to make the most of it.
Chucking my bag out of my window, I quickly made sure I had everything before clambering outside. Tony was waiting for me at the bottom, standing near to catch me if I fell. I told him repeatedly that I'd probably squish him, but he insisted anyway.
Finding my way down, I hopped on to the grass and smiled at him through the darkness. His dermal shined from the light of the moon as he grinned back.
"When are you not going to be grounded?" He chuckled, tossing my backpack over his shoulder and taking my hand.
"2050," I replied bluntly. "Maybe."
Opening the car door, I climbed in and put my seat belt on. Tony entered a few seconds later, tossing my bag in the back, and then started the car.
I was regularly having to sneak out at night, by that point. My dad had found other (ridiculous) reasons to ground me, so I had to get out somehow. Me and Tony had been going out on late night adventures - sometimes to weird places, sometimes to his house.
"Where to tonight?" He questioned.
"Uh, I don't mind," I smiled.
Glancing over at him, I noticed that his knuckles were grazed and raw. I silently moved my hand, placing it on top of his as he clutched the gear stick. I knew he didn't like talking about his family problems, but I at least wanted him to know that I was there. Regardless of place or time, I was always there.
After about 15 minutes of driving, Tony pulled up outside an unfamiliar house. There were silhouettes moving around behind the curtains, and the faint thumping of loud music.
"I'll be one minute," he said, killing the ignition.
Opening the glove compartment, I pulled out the mix I'd made for us to listen to in his car. It had Pantera, AFI, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Sex Pistols, and many more. Popping it in the CD slot, I pulled my legs up to my chest and hummed along to the start of 'Pretty Vacant' as I waited. It took me a grand total of two seconds before I decided that the Sex Pistols were definitely my favourite band.
Hearing a muffled, slurred voice, I squinted my eyes at the figures coming towards the car. One of them was holding up the other, who was toppling all over the place.
"Heyy, Kit Kat," Mike sang, tumbling into the backseat. Tony slammed the car door shut and went round to his side, climbing in. "W-What are you doing tonight, sexy?"
"Not you," I laughed, sticking my tongue out at the poor, lanky, severely-intoxicated boy.
"Aw! He cried, battering the window. "Where are we going? Isthereanotherp-party?"
"No. Not tonight, buddy," Tone replied. "We're just gonna take you home, alright?"
Mike giggled, "alright, cap'n!"
Unable to hold back my laughs, I covered my mouth with my hoodie sleeve. Mike began to sing along to the song (badly) as he flailed his arms around like an upside down jellyfish.
"Karina, d-do you remember?" Mike hiccuped, "when Tone attacked me for nearly telling you the thing I wasn't suppose to tell," he hiccuped again, "to tell you but was gonna anyways?"
I laughed a little. "Yeah?"
"Well, I'mgonnantellyou." Mike grabbed on to the back of my seat, giggling like a little girl as he did so. I could smell the strong stench of alcohol on his breathe, and every time he moved the smell of weed hit my nose.
Looking over at Tony, I realised that he seemed quite nervous. His hand was resting on his neck, and his knee was violently bouncing up and down.
"So Tony was staying at my house, m'kay?" Mike began, prodding me in the shoulder to get my attention. "We went to bed and fine and that was stuff and then I was getting up in," Mike hiccuped again, "in the middle of the night for like a shit and then I came back through and Tony was talking in his sleep and-"
"This isn't happening," Tony groaned from beside me, staring at the road ahead with a pained expression.
"He was saying your name and being all dirty and his handsweredownhisboxers and-" Blushing furiously, I pushed Mike away from me and told him to shut up. He started giggling again, filling the silence between me and Tony.
"I would really like to say that isn't true," Tony chuckled, ruffling his hair in an attempt to avoid any chance of eye contact with me.
"We should even this up," Mike said from the back. "I mean out, or up, which is it?"
Tony chuckled. "Out. And how?"
"Karina," Mike said, a devilish tone in his voice. He moved forward again, resting his chin on the back of my seat. "Haveyouever thought about Tony when you're doing the deed?"
Turning my head away, I tried to ignore the question tangled in Mike's drink-stained breath. Of course I'd thought about Tony like that, but actually admitting it felt weird (especially when he's within hearing range). Despite that, though, I didn't want to seem like a wimp. Inhaling, I prepared myself for the worst.
"Uhhu," I replied lightly, gnawing on my bottom lip.
Suddenly, the car took a momentary swerve. Grabbing on to my seat, I laughed as I turned to Tony, his tanned cheeks dark red. Mike slapped my shoulder, telling me he was proud, and then flopped backwards.
"Thank God we've nearly got him home," Tony muttered, turning the corner on to the Fuentes' street. I smiled smugly, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched the road ahead.
After dropping Mike off - which included hauling him up to his bedroom - Tony drove until he found an empty parking lot.
Yawning, I clambered into the back and snuggled up in the corner. Tony turned the music up a little before joining me, his strong arms scooping me up so he could slide underneath. I settled in his embrace and rested my head against the window, staring up at the large moon in the sky.
Brushing my hair out of my face, Tony gently pressed a kiss to my cheek. He played with my hair a lot - twirling and twisting it round his fingers. It always calmed me.
"So," he said quietly, "when you were thinking of me, what was I doing?"
Giggling at his question, I averted my gaze from the black sky to look at him. "You were just, uh, y'know," feeling embarrassment claw my words back down my throat, I made odd hand gestures to try and explain what I meant. Unfortunately, I'd always been bad at charades.
"No, I don't. Explain?" He requested, a cheeky smile on his painfully adorable face.
Knowing that he wouldn't let it go, I figured I'd just tell him. "You were, like, touching me."
"What," he replied, placing his hand on my knee, "like this?"
I shook my head as heat ran to my cheeks. Wordlessly, I slid his hand up my leg until it was at the very top of my thigh. Even though we'd had sex numerous times, having him so close to there still made me get aroused. I could never understand how couples would let one another rest their hands in between their legs.
"That's all I did?" Tony questioned. "Really?"
I shook my head again, a ghost of a giggle escaping my lips. "No, because I was like sitting on you and-" Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Tony scooted away from the window and wiggled about until he got one of my legs on either side of his waist. His eyebrows raised expectantly.
"You were also, um, you were like kissing my neck and stuff? Like just whispering things... I don't know, it's really silly."
Resting his hands on my upper thighs, Tony leaned forward and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my neck. "Like that?" He murmured, warm breathe radiating off my skin.
I shook my head a little, holding onto his torso. I moved myself a bit so that his lips were at the same location they were the last time I thought of him whilst pleasuring myself. Tony exhaled against me, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
Sinking his teeth into my skin, I let my lips part as my ragged breathing filled the air. It felt just like I imaged it would, only far better.
"You are the most beautiful person I've ever met," he whispered, kissing the spot he had just bitten. He began to suck on it, causing my mouth to open further and my back to arch.
"You drive me crazy, Karina Smith." Hooking his fingers under my strap top, Tony edged it over my shoulders and down my body until my bra was exposed to the night. He kissed a line from the bottom of my neck to my breasts.
Unclasping my bra, I took my arms out of the straps and threw it away. I wrapped my arms around Tony's neck and tossed my head back, a breathless moan coming out as he licked my nipple.
"Tony," I said quietly, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips kissed me in all the right places. I let my fingers tangle in his hair, and basked in the amazing feeling of him against me. I swore in that moment that he was the only person who I could never get tired of, and the only person who could make me feel so alive. He was a flame, and I loved getting burned.
"Tony, I love you too."
Notes
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7/6/15