Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
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[FIVE]
    "Did those words just escape your mouth?" Tabra asked.
    "Yes." I opened my eyes, and saw him spread a big smile across his face.
    "Well good for you, Cyd! I'm surprised te let Jerek be the one to do it with you. Wow. Well, congratz?" He detto as if it was the first time I had sex.
    "He wasn't my first. And stop recitazione like Jerek is gross." I said, and he looked at me as if I detto something that insulted him.
    "You, until last night, are a virgin." Tabra pointed towards my (you know) with every syllable.
    "Stop that!" I smacked his hand away, and he snickered. "And besides, if he was, that's none of your business."
    "Okay, well, have fun telling yourself lies." Tabra got to his feet, and I did too, I pushed him back onto the bed, pulled a cuscino out from under him and smacked him in the face with it.
    Of course, he blocked it, and snatched it free from my hands.
    "Okay, I'm sorry for laughing, but I didn't think you'd have sex with Jerek."
    "Can we stop saying that?" I asked.
    "Stop saying what?"
    "Stop saying 'you had sex with Jerek' as if I jumped into a vat of fat."
    "No I'm not." He said, and I thought then.
    "Okay, maybe not like that, but te detto it without normallcy." I corrected, and he laughed.
    "Okay, I'm sorry. I really am, I owe te a secret since I laughed."
    "Anytime, anywhere!" I demanded, and he nodded.
    "Knock, knock." Jerek detto from behind us, and we turned to the door.
    Tabra walked up to him, patted him on the back, and left.
    "What was that all about?" Jerek asked as he shut the door and locked it.
    "Long story." I lied, and he bought it.
    "Oh, okay. So, what do te wanna do?" He asked, putting his arms around my waist.
    "Wait. Is Verona okay?" I asked, even though I already knew what his answer was.
    "She's doing just fine." He smiled, and put his forehead on mine. "Are te okay?"
    "I'm good." I smiled back, and pecked his lips.
    He pulled me closer to him, closing the gap between us, his lips hovering over mine. I put my left hand on the back of his neck, my fingers tangeling up in his hair, and my right hand on his back, holding on as if letting go would throw me down a dark hole I could never find my way out of. I put my lips on his, and we started walking towards the bed, falling back onto the big, rectangle full of fluffy fluffiness that engulfed our bodies as they collided with the bed. I slid a hand up his shirt, the other hand keeping him ontop of me, fearing he'd get up and walk away if I took my hand away.
    "I won't leave." He whispered, and kissed his way to my neck.
    "Jerek!" Shropee's voice called from the door. "I need te for a minute."
    Jerek sighed, and started baciare me again when two knocks thudded on the door.
    "Now!" Shropee was stern sounding, and Jerek looked into my eyes.
    "I'm sorry." He got off of me, my hands sliding off of his body, falling to my sides.
    Jerek left the room, closing the door and locking it behind him as he went after Shropee.
    'I'm sorry.' Those words hung in the air like a stenchy odor that filled your nostrils and never left, it's odor growing più fouler and fouler with every second.
    'I know,' I thought. 'I am too.'
    I shut my eyes, and exhaled heavily.
    Then I got to my feet, ready to find out what Shropee needed Jerek for so badly.