Unexpected - Pamela (best mystery novels of all time TXT) 📗

has a pretty good voice, then he starts this whole chaos. "Luce! Luce! Luce!" The crowd cheers and I sigh, and stand up. They're in for a treat, I think to myself.
I request No Duh, by K Flay. (Look it up xP)

I look straight at Evan while I begin. "Bowl of cheerios gripped up in my left hand, balling like Lebron but I'm less tan, sweating no headband. Undercover X-Man, posers I hex them, hear your shit I treat it like my bitch, onto the next jam. Just kidding, I treat my bitches with respect, talking politics to boys while they're kissing on my neck," I rap fast, flipping my long black back, showing my neck, and Evan's mouth pops open.
"I'm Lex, Luther, Carlos, Boozer, you wear your laces loose, I rock my nikes looser, the boosters, seat, where I reside, puffin' mary j, bumpin' Mary J. Blidge, and I might, go psycho when the mic goes in my hand. Take my flinestones vitamins, fixed gear bike I'm cyclin, yeah when I come in you see me stompin taters, more popular than, gefiltife fish at a seder, my calculators, TI-89, you're stuck on 83, while all you wait in line, I'm on that V.I.P. Feeling me moving the earth by millimeters with my words, fuck what you heard, verses tighter than ernie and bert, dudes and girls lifting up their shirts," I pull up my shirt halfway and the crowd-men-cheered. "when they see me that's one of the perks, and basically the lady who merks everything in sight I'm goin' beserk you dummies slower than molasses, I'm cutting classes, as is, I earn a perfect grade point average, you're up to bat, I'm Greg Maddux, si yo estoy making every boys package happy, call me almond joy, sharp shooter aim impeccable, roll with dewey decimal, the dopest animal from here to senegal, flow so menstrual, I need a tampon in the track, got a couple bars to kill it and some monkeys on my back, I, must admit I'm just a bit custom fitted, check my shit, who wants to hit it, who am I kidding, everyone up in this city wanna get it. Don't need a sidekick, people chew my style like retainer moles and bite it. Smokin' some, soakin' up sun, you think I'm done, I've just begun, Giant on the mic, they callin' me Paul Bunyun, yakkin on some purp and, sippin' on some soda, tell me that I'm fresh I'm like, "No duh," I said smokin' some, soakin' up sun, you think I'm done, I've just begun, Giant on the mic, they callin' me Paul Bunyun, yakkin on some purp and, sippin' on some soda, tell me that I'm fresh I'm like, "No duh,"" I finish and they cheer, I smile, and get off to Evan who is clapping slowly.
(A/N - I misspelled a lot of words in this, sorry!)
"Did you not like it?" I asked him, and he nods. "Then what's wrong?" He shrugs and I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Just... surprised, that's all." He says, but I can tell there's more. He looks... angry. Though I have no reason why. A group of men start coming over to us, smiling like idiots. I smile back. All of a sudden I'm getting pulled out of the bar by a very angry Evan. He pushes me into his car and no one speaks, scared to. We go back to his house, already deciding for me that I'm spending the night. What is with him?

Questions

(Evan's P.O.V.)

The ride home was silent. Too silent. I turn on the radio, but find no station that satisfies me. My breath is coming out harsh and fast. I'm angry. I know I shouldn't be angry at her, she was just playing. She lifted up her shirt in front of everyone! No one should be able to see that much skin... but me. That thought catches me up short and I breath in unevenly.
She speaks up first. "Why are you so mad?" Her soft voice broke through my thoughts. I shake my head at her. "I thought you were having fun... we were having fun." She touches my arm soothingly, and I relax. Only a little.
I shrug it off. "Yeah, we were, till you had to ruin it." I spit at her, and I hear her gasp, and she looks away from me. I feel horrible now, but I can't think of anything to say. I see her blink a lot of times, holding back tears. She's biting her bottom lip, her eyes staring straight ahead, eyes glassy.
"Look, Luce, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong, I'm sorry." I say to her stealing glances at her every once in a while. She doesn't say anything, and it grows uncomfortable again.
All of a sudden she turns towards me, her face angry. "How did you mean it, then? Huh? I don't even know what I did wrong, so you can't tell me it's my fault, when you won't explain anything to me." She rambles, and I pull over at a nearby store that's already closed for the night.
I lean back in the seat and run a hand over my face. I know I was confusing her, I was confusing myself even. I was just... angry. I felt possessive. I decide to tell her the truth. "Look," I say to her softly, and she looks over to me. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. At the bar... when you showed skin... and everyone cheered... I felt possessive. I had no right, you're not mine and-"
She stops me by putting her small hand on my lips. I freeze and look down at her. Her face is lifted into a smile and she tilts her head to the side a little. "You really like me, don't you?" She asks me, laughing a little at the end of it. I nod, and her hand drops down my face, down my chest, and it lands on my waistband. I breath in at the sudden fire that erupts through me.
"I think I love you," I breath to myself and I hear her breath stutter as I lean in a little. I want this. I need this. Her eyes are staring at my lips, same for me. They're so plump and big, and I can't wait to taste them again. She licks her lower lip and I lose it.
I crash my lips to hers, and she reacts immediately. Her arms snake around my neck, pulling me closer to her. My hands go to her hips pulling her as close as I can in this car. She licks my bottom lip and I open my mouth, more than ready to taste her again. My tongue meets mine and we both moan with the feel of it.
We're already panting in between kisses and I knew that we had to go somewhere more private. And soon. She knows this too, because she pulls away from my mouth and drags her lips to my ear. "Take me home, Evan. Show me how much you love me," She whispers in my ear, then nibbles on my ear.
I had that car racing down the street a millisecond later.

When we arrived at my house, I was glad that my parents were gone for the next two weeks. I whistle happily as I opened her car door. She thanks me and we head inside. She puts her phone down on the table and sighs while I close the door. I jerk her forward and push her against the door as soon as I can.
She gasps but then my lips are on hers, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth with urgency. I really do need this. Her hands automatically go to my hair, playing with it. I grin against her lips, missing this. She whimpers as I start kissing her neck, rubbing herself against me. What would I do if she actually pleaded me to stop? I would stop, no doubt.
"Evan," she mutters, forcefully pulling my lips back to hers. I groan but match it. "bedroom... now..." she whines and I laugh, pressing a hard kiss on her collarbone. She moans, arching her back.
"I love how much you want me," I tell her, trailing a finger down her skin. She raised an eyebrow at me. "I know you love me," she whispers to me, smiling. I nod slowly and carry her to the bedroom. An ache in my groin was nearly painful.
But I've waited too long for this to happen. All night I'm going to tease her. Make her beg. Make love to her.

After the ecstasy, I hold her close to me, whispering how much I love her, and how I've always loved her. She confesses how much she loves me too. My heart was racing with joy, and I kiss her again. When things start to get heated again, I lay her down again, seeking more connection...
We both fell asleep exhausted, and when I woke up, she wasn't here. Panic went through me, then I heard noise in the kitchen. I get up, put on some boxers and went to investigate. I feel my heart skip a beat as I see the beauty in my kitchen, in my shirt.
Luce is in my favorite boxers, almost covered in my comfy shirt. She's cooking. I smile to myself, and I cross my ankles, just watching her. She's softly singing, and I love hearing her voice in a soft melody, she turns around and freezes and screams when she sees me.
She's breathing hard, it reminds me of last night. I chuckle as she glares at me. "Dammit Evan, you're mean." She mutters to me, and I embrace her, breathing in her sweet scent once again.
"I'll make it up to you, how's that?" I promise to her, and she blushes a lovely red.