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Penny was sitting in a circle with all of her friends–after a few days of getting accustomed to 10th grade–she's made a vowel to do everything she wanted to do now that she's old enough, after celebrating her Sweet Sixteen 3 months ago, she was finally getting the respect she deserved from her parents (integrity too).
She couldn't lie when Dijonay asked her, “how many people have you kissed, Penize?” (Oh, ‘Penize’ is a stupid but adorable nickname her mom used to call her, but that was obviously too embarrassing to say to her now; so she allowed her friends to say it), and according to her radar, she's kissed over 4 boys in 8-9th grade, she really wasn't into men until last year's summer where she was dared to kiss Maya Leibowitz-Jenkins, she liked it, but she wasn't attracted to her–they sorta dated, too.
“So, who's going next?”
Right.
This was a technically Spin The Bottle game (but you also had to take two shots of spiked lemon juice before you kiss the person, it was all Dijonay's suggestion, not Penny's).
“I guess I'll sacrifice myself for these losers…” Penny looked up to where the voice was coming from, it was gravelly but soft as morning dew, and she was staring at nobody but LaCienega “Sienna” Boulevardez; is it safe to say that she's had a crush on this girl since 8th grade?
Dijonay smirked. “Go ahead.”
“Shut up.”
Rude, much? Penny thought to herself as she distracted her hands by playing with the curls at the end of her knotless braids–and she heard the bottle spinning, spinning, and spinning until it landed on… her… directly on Penny Proud herself.
“Oh,” Maya wiggled her eyebrows. “This just got interesting.”
LaCienega narrowed her eyes at Penny before she rolled her eyes, now standing up to smooth out her skirt, which was a ruffle skirt, and oh my gosh, Penny couldn't keep her eyes off–then she downed the two spiked lemon juice before gagging instinctively.
“Aren't you coming, pinhead?” Penny groaned quietly at the insult rolling off the girl's tongue–and she hated that tomboyish Latin accent even more… but she likes it now.
“Yeah, yeah…” Penny stood up, now following behind LaCienega.
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Penny never noticed how cramped this damn closet was–and she was getting painfully lost in LaCienega's siren-like eyeliner, she gulped nervously before two brown hands encased both sides of her hips.
Holy shit.
“I like the piercings,” LaCienega whispered against her ears, her plump lips grazing against the girl's earlobe. “They suit you.”
Penny was already drunk just a tad bit, her cheeks were a flushed mess and she was sweating; there's something about LaCienega's husky voice that just makes her wanna kiss her roughly that it's almost bruising. She noticed her hands clenching against her palms in the dark, she forgot to turn on the light–so LaCienega's hands are probably anywhere by now.
“Let me guess; you're waiting for me to kiss you, huh?”
“That's the purpose of Spin The Bottle, dumbass.” Penny retorted, her voice raspy. “Like, we were supposed to be out by now…”
“You can ask nicely.”
Penny almost laughed at LaCienega's attempt to be ‘assertive’, but damn she sounded hesitant, like she didn't know how to give people the upper hand.
Penny decided to raise an eyebrow, mirroring a smirk the Latina had less than 3 minutes ago.
“How about, you ask nicely, princess?” Okay, she wasn't expecting that ‘princess’ to slip out either, but shit happens, and this is an opportunity she's never gonna get again–kissing her competitive frenemy senseless.
LaCienega's face turned red, and she was shoved into the opposite wall on the right side, Penny's hands boxing her in. She still kept that fucking smirk on her face.
“You wanna kiss me, right?” Penny crossed her arms defiantly, then she chuckled. “You can just go for it instead of purposely edging yourself,” she added in a much more irritated tone, now ranking the Latina's body up-and-down.
Nice curves.
“You know what…” Penny breathed before sighing. “...fuck it, you only get kissed by a pretty girl once.”
Penny leaned in, closing the remaining distance between them, her gaze dropping briefly to LaCienega’s lips before meeting her eyes once more.
The initial brush of their lips was tentative, a sudden shift from their usual sharp banter into something entirely unshielded. But the hesitation vanished almost instantly, replaced by a sharp, magnetic pull that left no room for second thoughts.
LaCienega’s hands tightened their grip on Penny’s hips, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, urgent and breathless in the dark confines of the closet. Every sharp remark and competitive edge melted away into the warmth of the moment, leaving only the steady, racing rhythm of their breathing.
When they finally pulled apart, the heavy, charged silence in the dark closet felt louder than the party outside, and the Latina rolled her eyes. “Don't mention this to anyone else or I swear to God…”
Penny raised her hands in mock surrender. “Chill,” she drawled, now looking towards the door. “We should probably go, we were only here for almost 6 minutes.”
“Still close to 7,” LaCienega muttered, now opening the door, the light spilling out, and Penny sat back down while leaning back on her elbows, pouring every possession of nonchalance she had. She gave a subtle smirk in the girl's direction before she noticed her looking away almost instantly, maybe she did have “game” after all when Maya says she doesn't.
Maya owes me $5 after this.
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You could technically say that everyone had fallen asleep in their sleeping bags, the only girl who was awake and brooding was LaCienega; Penny was knocked out cold, until she felt a perfectly pedicured nail poke her cheek. She groaned sleepily and opened one eye.
“What.”
LaCienega frowned. “I'm cold.”
“Turn the AC on 80°, then.”
The auburn-haired girl rolled her eyes before pouting with her arms crossed. “Idiot, body heat makes me feel less…”
Penny had turned on her back, her braids splaying all over her pillows as she raised an eyebrow knowing at the girl. “Oh… you yearning little... bitch,” she snickered before sighing. “I'm gonna hate myself after this but, c'mere.”
LaCienega's face lit up instantly, adorable, and she cuddled up to the girl. “Thanks, Penize.”
“...Fuck off.” She had intended to say playfully, but instead it came off as her regular tone–nonchalant and annoyed.
“Keep this a secret between me ‘n you.”
LaCienega nodded reverently, now falling into sleep with Penny's hands wrapped around her hips… she wasn't gay or anything… but she found herself attracted to LaCienega Sienna Boulevardez out of all people.
Fuck she needs to wash her mouth out with soap.