CHAPTER 4
The promise
The guy standing with Sofia did the stupidest thing he could do at that moment. He reached over and touched her arm. Eric had never had a problem controlling his temper, but right then he felt like exploding on the guy.
“What are you doing, Sof? What’s this?” Eric gestured to the guy’s arm still touching her.
“Who are you?” The guy asked before Sofia could respond.
It wasn’t even asked with that much conviction, but that’s all Eric needed to let out what he’d been feeling the whole time since he spotted them. He jumped in the guy’s face. “Who the fuck are you?”
Sofia jumped in front of him, her breasts pushed against him. “Stop, Eric!”
Angel and Romero were there in a second.
“Easy, Eric.” Angel glanced back at the guy. When his friend came from behind him, as if to back him up, just like that, Angel was on fire. “What are you gonna do?” He growled, jumping in his face.
Sarah struggled to hold Angel back. Romero got in on it when more of the guys closed in. The girls all did their best to keep the guys apart, though the other guys didn’t put up too much of a fight. The younger ones didn’t even try to get involved. When it was all over, the other guys walked away. Eric glanced at Valerie and her friend, who still struggled, holding Romero from going after them. Sofia pulled her hands away from his chest and took off toward Angel’s car.
Still reeling and breathing hard, Eric wondered if Angel would question just why he reacted that way. The door to Angel’s car slammed, getting all their attention. Sofia was already in the back seat of Angel’s car. Obviously, she wasn’t jumping in with Eric.
Angel and Sarah got in the car. He stood outside the passenger side trying to hear what Angel was telling Sofia until he heard him ask her if she was crying. Instinctively, he stuck his head into the side of the window. “You crying, Sof?”
After Romero stuck his head into the driver’s side window to see what was going on, Sarah sat up. “All right, out!” She pushed Eric’s head out. “You too, Angel.”
Eric H walked around the car and met Angel and Romero, “Good looking out, man.” Angel held up a fist.
Eric tapped it with his own fist, trying to smile, but he was still too wound up. “Always.”
“Was he being a wise ass?” Angel asked, as they walked away from his car toward Valerie and her friends.
“Yeah,” Eric embellished. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at her, either.”
“One of those, uh?” Angel shook his head. “Fucking asshole.”
They talked to Valerie and her friend for a few minutes, before heading back to their cars and off to the beach for a bonfire. Eric thought about Sofia with that guy the whole way there. He knew she couldn’t be happy about seeing him with those girls yesterday and today. But if she thought she was going to be hanging with guys she had another think coming.
With Angel so distracted with Sarah at the beach, Eric took full advantage. He’d already planned on coming to some kind of understanding with Sofia. He knew he had to after she’d jumped in Angel’s car yesterday, instead of coming home with him. After tonight’s incident, he definitely had to get things straight with her.
It helped that Romero was busy trying to cozy up with Sarah’s cousin, Valerie. Eric wouldn’t have to deal with him interrupting. Almost as soon as they got the fire going, Angel and Sarah laid a blanket down and sat down on it. Within seconds, Angel was all over her. That guy was so obsessed. Eric had never seen him like this. He walked over to Sofia, who was putting down her own blanket on the sand. “You wanna go for a walk?”
When she began shaking her head, Eric glanced back at Angel. He was whispering in Sarah’s ear. Eric reached his hand out and touched Sofia’s. “Please, Sofie?”
She stared at him for a moment, then slipped her hand in his. Another glance at Angel confirmed he was still completely distracted. He’d pulled Sarah down and was now lying next to her. “Eric’s walking me to the restroom, Angel.”
Angel barely managed to pull his lips away from Sarah long enough to respond with an, “Okay.”
They headed toward the water, completely out of everyone’s sight. First things first. Eric squeezed her hand. “Who was that guy, Sof?”
She didn’t look at him. “Just someone who started talking to me at the game.”
“Why were you alone with him?”
Sofia stopped and faced him. “Why was that girl touching your hair yesterday?” Those beautiful eyes glared at him. “Why was that stupid girl on your back today?”
Eric took a deep breath. He knew it. “I was gonna talk to you about that today, but I didn’t see you all day at school.”
She shifted her weight. “And after school you were too busy?”
“Listen, Sof. I can’t help it when things like that happen.”
She pulled her hand out of his. “Then I won’t be able to help it, either, when guys talk to me, Eric. So I’d appreciate it if you not attack every guy that talks to me.”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why not? I don’t attack the girls that flirt with you.”
“That’s different.”
Her mouth opened then closed. Before she said anything, he added, “I’ll try, Sof. For you, okay? But it’s going to be hard.”
Her eyes were ablaze. “Really? It’s hard for you to not flirt?”
“No.” He took her hand again. “It’s hard because no one knows. That girl getting on my back today was Romero’s idea, not mine. If it had been Angel, no way would he have suggested it.” He kissed her hand. “If I could tell everyone how I feel about you, things would be different. But I can’t.”
She licked her lips, and he nearly went for it. He’d been dying to kiss her for so long.
“I’m saving myself for you.”
He stared at her. The thought of Sofia as his nearly choked him. She was waiting for a response, but he had no idea how to respond to that in words. So he did the only thing he could. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
His thoughts at first were to just give her a peck, nothing more. But she opened her mouth, inviting his tongue in. He couldn’t resist. He took her mouth, her tongue, she tasted so good he brought his hand down around her waist and pulled her to him. She might not have known what she was doing, but she caught on real quick.
Sofia’s breasts pressed against his chest. Eric had such a hard on, it hurt. He’d dreamt of this day forever. His legs nearly gave out on him when she pressed herself against him. “Sofie, baby,” he whispered, “don’t!”
“Why?” She smiled against his mouth.
“Because, we can’t do anything. It’ll only torture me.” He pulled away from her, gulping hard.
She fisted her hand in his chest. “I promise you, Eric. I’m all yours, unless—”
“Unless nothing.” Eric wouldn’t even think of it.
“Unless.” She raised her voice. “I keep seeing and hearing about you with girls.” She tapped her fist against his chest. “It’s not fair.”
“I promise you I won’t do anything with anyone else ever.” He kissed her forehead. “But you gotta cut me some slack around Romero. Just because I go along with what he says or does to shut him up, doesn’t mean I’m doing anything. I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”
Her eyes brightened and he kissed her again. It was settled. Maybe seeing her with another guy had been worth it after all. The urgency levels had raised just enough to force him to move this thing along a little further. But he was playing with fire and he knew it. He’d have to be particularly careful now. If her brothers ever got wind of this, especially Alex, he was a dead man.
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Thank goodness for Sarah. If it wasn’t for her, Sofia would be just bursting. Sarah was the only one she’d told about her and Eric. She promised not to say anything to Angel, but begged her to be careful.
Sofia sat in her Geom
etry class, daydreaming. She and Eric were making out every time they were alone now. He was so gentle with her it drove her crazy. She could hardly stand it. She roamed her hands all over his body freely, though most of the time he pleaded with her not to. But he had yet to do much to her. She knew it was a torment for him to hold back and she told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted they were already taking an enormous risk just making out.
Brandon sat down next to her. He was late again. He still lived at the end of their cul-de-sac and he was still a recluse. Sofia stopped hating him a long time ago. Instead, she felt sorry for him. There was something sad about the look in his eyes. He’d stopped being a jerk long ago, as well, and he seemed nice enough now.
The first day of the semester, he’d walked in late and there were only two empty seats left. She’d been saving the one next to her for her friend, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him no when he timidly ask her if he could sit there. He’d sat there every day since. After getting to know him better, she found out she’d been right. He was actually a real nice guy. But he clammed up whenever she asked anything about his family, so she stopped asking.
He talked a lot about joining the Marines as soon as he graduated from high school. It kind of made her sad how happy he was about getting away from his family. She couldn’t even imagine leaving her family. At least he hadn’t turned into the loser her brothers always said he would.
“You still don’t know what you wanna do once you’re done with high school?” he whispered.
Sofia shook her head. Her parents had always told her she was more than welcome to follow the family business as long as she went to school first. It was important to them that she had an education to fall back on.
For as long as she could remember, she kept a journal. She loved writing and unlike some of the kids who groaned when her English teacher assigned a paper or short story to write, she was always excited about it. Her English teacher told her she hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of her talent.
“Maybe a writer. I dunno.”
“You like writing?”
She glanced at him. “Yeah.”
“What do you write?”
“Short stories mainly, but I know I have it in me to write a novel someday.”
Brandon smiled. “I love reading. It’s all I do at home. I could read an entire novel in a day.”
Sofia stared at him, completely surprised. She would’ve never pegged Brandon as a reader. He was totally failing Geometry, but maybe math wasn’t his thing.
“What kind of stories do you write?” Brandon appeared almost captivated.
Sofia suddenly felt nervous. She hadn’t expected Brandon to be interested in her writing. Much less, ask her more about it. “Lots of stuff.”
“Like what?” He actually put his elbow on the desk and rested his head in his hand, watching her. Only then did she notice how blue his eyes were.
She never would’ve dreamed she’d be having this conversation with Brandon. She told him about several of the stories she had backed up on her computer. The teacher cleared her voice loudly, and looked straight at them. Brandon shielded his paper and pointed at Sofia—as if she who was acing the class—would copy off his work. Even the teacher couldn’t help but smirk.
They walked out together after class. “I’d love to read some of your writing, Sofia.”
She cringed. No one had ever read any of her stuff. She’d never even told anyone about it. “Umm… I dunno.”
“Here.” He pulled a paper out of his backpack and scribbled something on it. “Email me one of your stories. I promise I won’t be mean. If anything maybe I can give you some constructive criticism.”
Sofia took the paper from him and smiled. “Okay. I’ll check and see what I don’t mind sharing.”
She got caught for a moment in his eyes, then she looked away.
“Okay, see you,” he said and walked away.
She turned to walk down the stairs and saw Eric staring straight at her. Her heart fluttered as usual, and she smiled.
“Did he give you his number?” Eric asked, without smiling back.
“No.” Unwilling to share the truth. “It’s about the homework.” She smashed the piece of paper into her hand. “He gave me a website he uses to help him.”
“Since when do you need help from Brandon?” Eric still wasn’t smiling.
Knowing she’d startle Eric, she kissed him. “It was just a suggestion.”
Eric looked around, obviously concerned. “Sofia, stop.”
She giggled. He was too easy. “Never.”
CHAPTER 5
Risking it all
Sofia was in a forbidden heaven. Things had progressed, and even Eric couldn’t stop it. Every time they made out things got heavier and heavier and every time, things were more exciting than the last.
She was doing her usual morning run when she got an idea. Eric’s dad was away for a few days. Instead of doing her normal run, she took a short cut and headed to his house.
Sofia knocked when she got there, but he didn’t answer. She wondered if he was asleep still. To her surprise, the front door wasn’t locked. She walked in, but stopped mid-stride. What was she doing? There was a humming noise in another room. Then complete silence. Sofia stood in place, debating about leaving or waiting.
She called out Eric’s name. Within moments, he walked out into the front room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “Sofie? How’d you get in here?”
Unable to take her eyes off his bare chest, she gestured toward the front door. “It was open.”
She rushed to him and kissed him. Just as eager, he spun her around and she was against the wall with his big body pressed against her. He kissed her more ravenously than he ever had. She loved it. Every part of her body was awake with anticipation.
She smothered herself against him, hearing him moan when her stomach pressed against his erection. Then his towel dropped. Sofia froze. One look down and she saw what she’d only felt through his clothes for weeks. Sofia had never seen one. Not even on the Internet like some of her friends. She didn’t dare risk getting caught. With her eyes still glued to it, Eric bent down to pick up the towel and there was a knock at the door.
With her heart at her throat already, she could barely breathe. Eric worked quickly to wrap the towel around him, when Romero flung the door open. They all stood there speechless. Romero stared at the two of them for once, without a thing to say. Sofia grabbed a DVD off the wall and ran past Romero. “Thanks, Eric. I’ll get this back as soon as I’m done with it.”
*
Romero stared at the door Sofia just ran through and then turned back to Eric. “Are you out of your mind?”
In a weak attempt to pretend not to understand what Romero meant, Eric responded, “What do you mean?” The throbbing boner was all but gone now, but his towel still showed signs of life. His heart raced like he’d never felt before.
“Dude.” Romero glanced back at the door. “Do you know how bad that looked? If Angev> l or Alex had been with me…”
Eric shrugged, but the fear that suddenly inundated him just hearing Alex’s name, was a living thing. “She showed up when I just got outta the shower. All she wanted was to borrow a DVD.”
Romero stared at him, unconvinced. “Just ‘cause Angel hasn’t noticed, Eric. Don’t think I haven’t. You really need to think about this. Don’t be stupid. This is Sofie we’re talking about, man.”
Eric frowned. “She’ll be seventeen soon.”
“Seriously? You’re actually considering this?” Romero stared at him, then shook his head, walking past him toward the fridge. “Stop. Just stop, dude. I don’t even wanna hear any more.”
Eric stared at the floor, his breathing finally back to normal. He looked up in time to watch Romero pull a bottle of soda out of the fridge. He took a swig of it then made a face. “What’s with the diet soda?”
Ignoring his comment, Eric rushed into the bedroom. “I gott
a get out of here.”
Romero was on his sofa watching television with his feet on the coffee table when Eric walked back in the living room. He had a bag of chips now. “Where you going?”
Eric frowned. “I gotta meet my mom for breakfast. She drove in from Los Angeles.”
He had long forgiven his mom for walking away from him and his dad when he was just a baby. She explained it to him when he was about fifteen. She said she’d just been too young and immature to handle settling down with a family. She was nineteen when she walked away. His dad worried when he was younger that he might be dealing with issues of abandonment. But Eric had always argued, how could he feel abandoned by someone he didn’t even remember?
Their relationship ever since she’d reached out to be a part of his life consisted of one or two monthly visits like today. But Eric kept them short. Even when she’d invited him to come stay with her for a few weeks in the summer or to take a trip with her, he’d always politely declined.
Romero stood up, downing the last of his soda. He tossed the bag of chips on the coffee table. For some reason, Eric felt the need to avoid eye contact with Romero. His knotted up stomach churned. It was out there. Someone knew now, and it was just a matter of time before he had to deal with her brothers.
“Listen, Romero. About Sofie—”
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna say anything,” he scoffed. “Are you fucking kidding me? You really think I wanna be the one to tell those guys?” He shook his head. “Nope. No thanks, but I’m telling you, Eric, you better watch yourself. This shit has bad news written all over it.”
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