Presley

"Who's up first?" I ask Maddy when I see her.

Today's the first day of school after summer break, and it's the day of auditions for the Winter Musical. I'm very much prepared, but super excited and nervous at the same time. Maddy and I are in the band room, tuning our instruments and getting ready while auditions are taking place in the school auditorium. Deon and Tyler are off to a corner, tuning their guitars.

"I think it's Jordan and Clara," Maddy says as she gets her clarinet ready. Her and Tyler are up second, and Deon and I are fifth in line.

"Maddy, Tyler, you guys are up now," Alison announces, entering the room.

Maddy doesn't look nervous at all, however, Tyler's sweating a little and shaking. He usually doesn't like performing in front of people. It makes him really nervous, but he decided to play for the auditions anyway.

I wish them good luck before they leave the band room with Alison.

It's not a couple seconds before I feel arms wrap around my waist and warm breath on my neck. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," I breathe out.

"You want something from the cafeteria? I'm hungry."

"No, I'm good." I smile.

He turns me around so I'm facing him. "Pres, you don't eat enough—"

"I do eat enough," I argue.

Since I'm bored I go to the cafeteria with him. On our way out of the band room we meet Jessica who smiles at me, and Ryan who has a mini staring contest with Deon.

What the hell? Jessica never, and I mean never ever smiles at me. And what's the deal between Deon and Ryan?

* * *

"So how did it go, Mads?" I ask once Maddy, Tyler, Deon and I are back in the band room and I'm assembling the parts of my sax.

"It went pretty well. Ty was very glad and relieved when our song ended."

I stop listening to her when I can't find my sax's reed. I'm one hundred percent sure I brought it to school. "Mads, have you seen my reed? I can't find it—"

"You mean this reed?" An awfully cold, familiar voice interrupts. I spin around to see Jessica holding a half broken reed between her perfectly manicured nails. Her eyes revert to our left where she sees Deon and Tyler glaring at her.

"Well, I forgot to bring mine so I borrowed yours, but when I tried to remove it, it broke in half." Her voice turns soft and apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Presley."

I start to panic and my brain stops working for a moment before it kickstarts again, and I try to come up with a plan B.

"You bitch!" Maddy screams. "It was no accident. You broke it on purpose."

"Mads, stop. She's not worth it," I try to stay calm.

"But, she just broke your reed! What do you suggest we do, huh? Go buy a new one? Your audition is in two minutes!"

"Well, screaming at her isn't going to fix anything either."

Maddy sighs.

"Jessica, please just...leave." Deon says, and I'm glad because I'm beyond annoyed by her antics. Once she leaves I ask Maddy if I can try her clarinet's reed, and luckily, it fits.

"Oh, thank goodness," Maddy huffs.

I turn to tell Deon I'm ready and we can go just as Alison walks in. "Deon and Presley, hurry up! You guys need to get going now." At the sound of her voice, Deon and I break into a run.

"Good luck!" Maddy calls from behind.

Deon

Mrs. Davis, Mr. Randolph, our school's principal, and Mrs. Greta Alderbridge, the head of schools in Ontario, are seated at a desk in front of the stage.

Our teacher gestures to us to commence, and I start with the opening strum of my guitar before Presley follows with her saxophone. The atmosphere in the room changes gradually at the sounds of our instruments mixing together.

As the song comes to an end, Mrs. Davis applauds loudly. "Bravo!"

"Well done." Mrs. Alderbridge says. "That was a spectacular performance."

"I want you to perform this exact song at the musical if you get chosen," Mr. Randolph says. Pres beams at me then at the principal, which makes him say, "If you get chosen. I'm not saying you are, so don't get your hopes up, kids."

"I really hope we get chosen," Pres says as soon as we're out of the auditorium and heading back to the band room.

"Why is this thing so important, may I ask?"

She gasps. "This concert's a huge deal. Lots of schools in Ontario participate in it and many people come to watch. Also, the top three best performances get trophies and cash prices."

"Oh..." Wow.

"Yeah, oh..."

* * *

A week after our auditions for the musical, I'm leaning against my car waiting for Presley to come out of school yelling we got chosen for the winter musical. I'm quite certain we did, because the surprised and very much pleased looks on our judges' faces gave it away.

Tyler and Maddy are standing next to my car, making out.

"We got picked!" On cue, Pres comes running in our direction, her three layered shaded pink sleeveless dress swishing around her knees. Stopping right in front of me, she jumps up and down before hugging me. "Can you believe it?"

"I can, actually." I chuckle.

She suddenly looks confused.

"It was obvious, Pres. We were amazing."

"Cocky much." She grins before turning to Tyler and Maddy. "And you guys didn't get picked," she says in a gleeful tone of voice.

Maddy and Ty sighs... with something like relief?

"We hate the spotlight anyway," Maddy explains at my baffled look.

Oh... okay.

"They also picked Jessica and Ryan." Pres grimaces. "Apparently they were really good."

"That stupid bitch doesn't deserve it," Maddy utters and my girlfriend hums in agreement.

"Deon?" I love the sound of my name on my girl's tongue. She runs her nails up and down the front of my shirt and murmurs, "Do you wanna come over to my place? You know, to celebrate?"

I swallow, slightly turned on. "I would love to," I whisper in her ear, before biting it not so hard. She hums softly, turning me on even more, and I say, "Come on, let's go."

I don't bother telling Tyler and Maddy we're leaving before I get into my car with Pres and drive to her house with the sound of 'South of the border' by Ed Sheeran playing on the radio.

Presley opens her front door and lets me in. She drops her school bag and saxophone on the floor before looking at the coat hanger next to the door, then the living room as if she's just noticing something. Her face splits into a smile. "Gramma and Grandpa aren't home. They might've gone for a walk or something."

"I guess we just got lucky." I push her by the waist against the front door, molding my lips to hers as she tugs on my hair with both hands. Kissing her collarbone, I move my hands lower to feel that fucking perfect ass of hers. Our kissing becomes hungry and frantic and her little moans drive me fucking insane.

"Do you wanna go up to your room?" I suggest.

"Uh huh." Pres nods with hooded eyes. I only stop kissing her until we rush upstairs to her room and slam her door shut. Then I'm on her again, kissing, and sucking on her bottom lip. I walk us blindly towards the bed, before gently pushing her down on it. My knees hit the edge, causing me to fall heavily on top of her, but she doesn't really seem to care. The top of her dress rides a little lower, so I pull it down a bit further to expose her bra but I'm met with her amazing tits.

Fuck...

"You didn't wear a bra to school..." I state, staring down at her huge tits. I'm so fucking turned on right now.

"Yeah. This dress would've been too tight if I had worn one."

Fuck me...

I lap at her breasts, gently tugging on her nipples before replacing them with my fingers and moving my attention to her neck. I suckle, lick and repeat the same thing a couple more times until an angry looking love bite forms there. I smirk to myself before kissing her lips once again. Pres's fingers knot in my shirt as she whimpers into my mouth.

"Presley!" Jennet's distant voice startles us. "What's this, sweetheart?"

Pres suddenly pushes me off her and stands up to straighten her dress. "Hide and stay quiet," she whispers, breathing hard.

Straightening her dress, she hides the hickey I just gave her with her brunet locks and tiptoes over to the door. She slowly cracks the door open, perring outside, which makes me roll my eyes at her and smother my laugh.

"Sweetheart, why is your school bag and saxophone case on the floor downstairs?" I hear Presley's grandmother's voice from outside the door.

"I'm sorry, Gramma. I forgot to bring them upstairs," Pres answers.

"And instead you brought Deon upstairs?"

"No, I didn't." Pres states with certainty.

"His car is parked outside." Well... Jennet seems very observant.

"Fine. You caught us." Pres frowns, opening the door a little wider, revealing Jennet who has her suspicious dark brown eyes narrowed at us.

"What did I tell you about not keeping your room door closed?" Jennet tuts, her brows drawn together. "I wanted to let you know that your grandpa and I will be going on a pilgrimage to Chicago in four days. We found a travel group and a guide at a cheap price to visit the St. Peregrine Cancer Shrine, the Basilica of Our Lady of Sorrows, the Saint Hyacinth Basilica, and a few other churches."

"In four days?" Pres exclaims. "And you're telling me this now? Plus, I'm not staying home alone——"

"Oh, I already phoned Maddy to ask if you could sleep over for a few days and she sounded overjoyed."

"Oh, okay," Pres says.

"I should go and pack our stuff for the pilgrimage now." Jennet starts to leave, but turns back around, eyes narrowed. "Also, kids, no funny business while we're away."

When Jennet leaves, Pres sighs, looking frustrated. "Please don't mind my grandmother."

"She's right though." I smirk as she leaves the door open and comes to sit beside me.

"Oh god. It's not like we're gonna do 'it' anytime soon," she says, making air quotes.

"It? What are you, five? You can just say sex." I chuckle, which makes her blush.

"Nope. We're not talking about it."

I raise an eyebrow, smirking. "We would eventually."

"But not yet," she counters.

"Oh, but we will." I smirk, wiggling my eyebrows. "You'll be begging for it once I unleash my inner sex beast on you."

Pres laughs. "In your dreams."

Let's see about that...

* * *

"Hi. Is Bree okay now?" I'm stepping out of my house when I hear a kid's voice.

Startled, I swivel around, my eyes landing on the familiar looking boy with shaggy sandy brown hair. I recognize him as the boy from the park the other day.

"She's all good," I reply, annoyed.

"Can I see her?" His voice sounds a little lonely. I want to say yes, but I end up saying, "No, you can't."

"Why not?" He questions. "Can I please play with her? I don't have any friends here. Everyone's really old, and Bree's the only person I know who's my age." Oh.

"She's not at home right now," I lie. "I'll tell her you stopped by." I won't, actually, but I'll consider telling her. After all, he doesn't seem as bad as I had imagined.

I wait until he walks away before taking my guitar and trudging over to Presley's. Jennet and Leonard left for Chicago this morning, so Pres is alone at home. She asked me if I could drive her to Maddy's tonight, and of course, I said yes.

I knock on her front door and wait for her to open it. When she doesn't, I knock again. There's still no answer, so I twist the door knob to find it already unlocked. It opens inwards and I'm met with silence when I step inside.

"Pres?" I keep my guitar on the living room sofa before checking the dining room and the kitchen to find them empty.

"Babe?" I call as I climb up the stairs. Walking to her familiar looking door, I stop in my tracks. The sound of moaning coming from inside causes me to freeze. My heart starts to pound.

What if she has a guy over?

Wait, no, that doesn't sound like Pres. She wouldn't cheat on me. Would she? No! I know her well enough to know she wouldn't.

I hear the distant sound of something vibrating and that hypes up my curiosity. Impatient to know what's going on on the other side of the door, I raise my hand and rap on the door. Seconds later, the door jolts inwards and Pres appears at the door holding on to the front of a short blue towel she has wrapped around her otherwise naked body. Once she sees me, she quickly angles herself so that the lower half of her body is hidden behind the door.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?" She blinks, startled. Her cheeks are flushed and her breath is coming out in short puffs.

I'm flabbergasted by the sight of my girlfriend in nothing but a short towel.

"I came over to talk about our performance at the winter musical," I say, finally finding my words. "I've done a few changes, and I wrote down some lyrics."

"How did you get in?" She asks and I say that the front door was unlocked.

"Oh. Um... could you uh... just stay downstairs? I'll be down in a couple of minutes."

Weird. "Um, sure—"

"Okay, bye." She tries to close the door but I block her.

"Wait. What are you doing in there anyway?" I ask, trying to take a look inside her room.

"Nothing," she says a little too fast, her cheeks turning a dark red.

"Yeah? Well, then why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing," she denies quickly, her tone squeaky, and I catch sight of her pulse throbbing in her neck.

"You're a terrible liar." I smirk, crossing my arms in front of my chest and leaning my hip against the doorframe. "Tell me."

"I'm not lying, and there's nothing to tell. Please just go downstairs and wait there for me. I won't take long—"

Ignoring her pleas, I grin. "You're playing with yourself."

"What?!" She shrieks. "No."

I grin even wider.

Oh, she so is.

Incapable of stopping myself, I enter her room through the tiny crack, gently pushing her aside.

"Deon, don't you dare just waltz into my room uninvited. Stop!" She follows after me, fuming and yelling in frustration.

The moment my gaze locks on the hot pink vibrator still humming on Pres's messy-as-fuck bed, I throw my heat back and laugh. "Ha! I knew it, but I really didn't think..." Grabbing the rubber dick off the bed, I flick the top button and it stops vibrating immediately.

"Give it back, asshole," she hisses. Grabbing it from my hand, she stomps over to her nightstand drawer and shoves it inside.

"So you've been playing with yourself." I chuckle. "Do you wish it was me instead? You should fuck the real deal, baby. Not a rubber knock-off."

"Get out! I hate you. Get the hell out!" She yells, red faced and angry. Then shoves me out of her room with strength I never knew she had before slamming the door in my face.

I walk downstairs and sit on the sofa, thinking about what had just happened. Little miss innocent does not seem to be as innocent as I had thought.

Pres comes downstairs a couple of minutes later, and she has changed into a pair of black shorts and a plain grey t-shirt.

I look over the top of the magazine I've been reading, which was on the living room coffee table, and try to gauge her reaction as she takes a seat next to me on the sofa. I eye her wearily and I'm about to ask her about what happened upstairs when she warns me. "Don't. Just don't."

"Okay. Let's talk about it later then." I chuckle.

"Nope. We're not talking about it. Period." she says, trying to keep a straight face.

"Hmm. Later," I murmur before getting down to business. "Anyway, I've written down a verse and a chorus for the song we're performing. Do you want to help me come up with a second verse?"

"Sure," Pres says, her earlier anger seemingly disappearing.

After we figure out the lyrics, I drive Pres over to Maddy's house before heading back home.

Don't forget to vote, comment, follow and share!❤️

Love,
     Chiara🌸