Perfect 10.0 (Part 6)

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I know it's not the best on this site, but I do work hard on it.
Sorry for it being so short, but I just can't seem to find the time to write anymore.
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**Adulio's POV**
I can’t believe what mi amigo mejor is telling me.

"She’s really going out with that pendejo? What does he have that I don’t?" I was completely stunned. I thought that me and her really had a thing. Now I hear that Isabel is goin’ out with this guy named Sean. What the fuck?

"Well, for one thing amigo, he’s white." Lucio says in between yelling at his siblings to be quiet and settle down.

Lucio has a pretty hard home life. His papá left his mom before Lucio was born, and his mom is out all night every night workin’ as a professional prostitute. Her job pays surprisingly well, but it’s still not very much. And because of her job, Lucio has five brothers and three sisters, who are all under the age seven, except for Marisol, his twin sister. Most of his brothers and sisters are a mix between white and Mexican, except him and Marisol who are full Mexican.

"But Lucio, he’s a complete dickhead." Lucio looks at me as if I was one of his younger brothers, and shakes his head.

"Adulio, this is Sean were talkin’ ‘bout man. The chicks are all over him. I understand that you got the hots for Miss Rose, and I agree that she has one smokin’ figura, but she’s way out of your league."

"But she was kissin’ me like there was no tomorrow." Lucio looks over at me, trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. "I’m not jokin’ man, she really was!" I say, "Her tongue was in my mouth and her hands up my shirt." I was about to go on, but one glare from Marisol reminded me that we had a young audience.

I quickly changed the subject, but my mind was still spinning. Isabel was goin’ out with another guy. All that kissin’ and sweet talk was just a joke to her. I was so pissed right now.
"Hey I’m gonna go Lucio, adiós." I say after awhile.

As I’m walking out of the door, I feel my shirt being tugged. I look down to see little Jake holdin’ his arms up, begging to be held. For some reason, Jake and I had a really close relationship, more like he was my brother rather than Lucio’s.

I pick him up and hug him quickly. "Bye Jake, adios. I’ll see you soon."

"Bye bye Adulio." He says as I put him down and walk out of the door.

Straddling my motorcycle, a sleek, silver, cheap Honda, I revved the engine. I love my motorcycle basically more than I love life itself. I bought it with my own money, and I taught myself how to ride it.

I sped out of Lucio’s driveway and down his street. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, so I went as fast as I could. I was lost in my own thoughts as I sped down the road, thinkin’ about how I could get back at Isabel, and make her jealous.

**Isabel's POV**

Adulio is giving me the death glare from across the room. Its art and Mrs. Walkers is rambling on and on about how important shading is; how it gives art a 3D look. Honestly, I don’t really care, but I’m pretending to be intrigued. I don’t want to look at Adulio; he might try to talk to me.

So maybe I shouldn’t have said yes to Sean. But damn, he is fuckin’ gorgeous! He had a surfer look going on at the moment; blond hair, streaked with even blonder hair. His body was muscled and I’ve heard that he has an eight pack. The face on that boy is perfect; I mean, absolutely no pimples or acne.

So when he asked me out, what was I supposed to do? Say no? Not very likely. Sean was perfect for me. Everyone else thought so too. Everyone except my mom, that is. My mom likes the guys that have one hundred averages, and read books to the elderly. Sean had an eighty-ish average, while I had around an eighty nine, ninety average. But she’s only my mom right?

Being the best swimming team in the area, our team won almost every meet. And Sean was on the swim team, though honestly, he wasn’t that good. Sean often hosted ‘congratulatory parties’ after a win. He has the most perfect house for it. Hot tub, porches, many, many empty rooms, and his parents owned a lot of wine. The ‘parties’ are basically make out and get-really-drunk fests. All that considered, I still went to them with my friends; and we always had a blast.

So here’s how Sean asked me out. It was yesterday night, right after I was doing gymnastics with Adulio. I was just about to go into the shower when my phone rang. It was Sean, and he asked me to go to the party on Friday night. At first all I could think of was, "Sean is really texting me!" I had practically squealed in delight and jumped up and down. Kinda dorky, I know, but Sean … Sean was textin’ me! When I opened it up, my jaw dropped. It read, "Hey sexy, wanna come to my party on Friday? We could make it kinda like a …date. ;)"

Okay, so maybe he didn’t ask me out yet, but he will! Trust me, he will! Before homeroom, he came up behind me, snaked his arms around my front, and when I turned to see who it was, he kissed me full on the lips.

Even as surprised as I was, I kissed him back, eagerly. Catcalls and whistles surrounded us as I turned around and pressed against him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss by tracing my tongue around his lips.

I felt his hands on the small of my back, pressing me harder against his erection. Almost grossed out, I stepped back the tiniest bit; still kissing him. We stood there, in the middle of the hallway making out until one of the teachers yelled at us for the PDA.

As we pulled apart, I looked up at his face. It was flushed a bright red, and his breathing was ragged. That was before homeroom though. Since then we’ve seen each other twice, and both times we kissed.

So even though we aren’t going out yet, we will be soon, I’m sure of it.
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Mi amigo mejor-- my best friend
Pendejo--sort of hard to translate...kinda like jerk I guess
amigo--friend
Figura--figure
Adios--bye

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