Colors (rewritten)

MAX

We all have our vices, bad habits we can't seem to kick off no matter how many times we vow to let go of them. For example, Ashley will never stop chewing on her nails nomatter how many times Mckayla threatens to throw her an intervention.

Well mine is a little more complicated than that because my bad habit, the one I can't seem to shake off, is Santiago Monroe, twin brother to one of my best friends, Tatiana.

Messing around with socially labelled 'bad boy's Santiago started out as nothing but a harmless game we both enjoyed but now it's become something so secretive that neither of us can define.

Don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend, he's everything to me. But somehow I always get caught up in Santiago, I can't help it, I have tried.

Speaking of Santiago, he's looking effortlessly presentable while I struggle to make myself look as normal as possible.

Maybe hooking up at school is not such a good idea after all, well the aftermath of it that is.

"I thought you said no more secret school meetings." Santiago says. He's sitting on top of a lab table and in his right hand is a lighter which he won't stop flicking. I think that's his annoying habit.

I stop raking my fingers through my hair and position myself between his legs. "You weren't complaining five minutes ago." I whisper but I know he has a point.

Even though this particular laboratory has been out of service for while now, it's still on school premises and chances of us getting caught are pretty high here.

He flicks his lighter again. "I'm not complaining," he says as his other hand strokes my face. "I don't care where we meet, you know that."

"I  do." I say against his mouth. "And this was nice, our morning fix." I add just before I kiss him.

"I want to see you tonight Genesis." He says into my mouth, using my last name like he always does.

"I can't, I'm studying tonight." My voice is a breathless whisper.

"How about tomorrow night then, or even today after school." He sounds desperate which is not unusual for him when it comes it comes to me.

"Sorry lover but I can't." I break up our kiss. "Tomorrow we are having a slumber party for Kristen's initiation and I have plans after school today."

He frowns. "Initiation? Are you some kind of a cult now?" He asks as puts his lighter into his pocket, finally.

I laugh because it's pretty funny that he would think that. "No of course not, but she's the newest member to our group and Mckayla saw it fitting to throw her a slumber party." With Mckayla it's always go big or go home.

"I will see you around then."

I smile at him. "Yes you will but for now I have to go to class so would you kindly give me back my panties."

Now it's his turn to smirk. "No, I think I will hold on to them."

"Come on, you always do this and at this rate I will end up with no underwear." I complain but I know it won't help my case, Santiago never budges on this.

"I don't mind, I actually prefer you with no underwear Genesis."

I roll my eyes at his comment even though it turns me on to hear him talk like that, especially with his thick accent. "Whatever, suit yourself." I'm about to leave when he abruptly grabs me.

For a moment he just stares at me, his hand pushing my hair to the side. I briefly look into eyes but not liking what I see, I quickly look away.

I don't want this mindless fun to get anymore complicated than it already is.