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Trina kind of hates him.
And he knows it.
But that's not stopping him anyways.
.&.
First time Trina kissed him he felt fucking fireworks on his tongue.
And the whole world stopped for a second.
Let this moment last forever, please.
It didn't.
.&.
He sees her drunk one night.
She's trying to get into a dirty-adult store but the dude won't let her in.
Before flashing her middle finger and blabbed what appeared to be an incoherent insult she sees him and she waves enthusiastically.
He knows he should walk away as a stumbling, mumbling Trina comes towards his way, but his feet got stuck to the sidewalk somehow.
"Rob—Rob—oh, hi, n-nice afro, babe." She started to drag her fingers through his curly black hair.
Robbie sighs. "You're drunk."
"And you're fucking Einstein."
He puts her in his car and drives to Tori's house. He digs in her pockets to see find a key to her house, slowly opening the door, he noticed something.
There was nobody here.
"Where are your parents?"
Trina lazily goes to her couch and lands sideways, her skirt going up her thighs, showing her lovely shaped legs and a beautiful and cute round ass. "There on a cruise with Tori Perfect Vega."
Robbie, being the dork that he is, pulls her skirt down and sets her right in the couch, slowly he takes off her jewelry and her shoes. He goes to the kitchen and brings her some water.
Trina surprisingly drinks the water without a fight. (she probably thought it was another form of alcohol, maybe.) and Robbie piles some pillows for her.
"I like the way you take off my shoes."
"Um…thanks…?"
"Why don't you take off my clothes?" Why on earth would she ask that like it was nothing?
"Cause it would be disrespectful."
Trina laughs. "Pff, don't be such a priss."
Trina pushed him towards her and the rest of the night was a blur.
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Robbie opens his eyes to find him on the Vega floor with a bed sheet covering him and at his side was Trina Vega.
A fucking naked Trina Vega.
…shit…
Did they…? Oh, shit, they did.
They fucked.
A guilty conscience consuming him he picked his clothes and dressed himself, since Trina was a heavy sleeper, a very heavy sleeper he decided to at least dress her in her pajamas.
After that he cleaned up a little bit and wrote a note. Then he left.
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A hangover is a bitch.
Trina woke up in her living room with her skimpy pink pajamas on.
"Ugh, headache." She said as she sat on the couch, passing her fingers through her hair.
She sees the note on the coffee table and reads:
Trina;
I found you, yesterday,
drunk out of your wits.
I bought you here, don't worry.
Call me if you need anything.
-Robbie.
Trina laughed at the phrase: 'drunk out of your wits.'
Only Robbie would say that.
.&.
His cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Robbie…?"
He swallowed. "Hey, Trina."
"Thanks for taking me home last night."
"No problem."
A brief, awkard silence completed the room.
"Hey, Rob?"
"Yeah?"
"Did anything happen last night?"
Taking in all the possible consequences and injuries that Trina could leave on his body and/or soul he swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. "No, Trina, don't worry." He lied.
"Okay. Thanks for being so nice."
She hung up.
Guilt consuming him once again, he slumped on his bed and sighed.
"Damn conscience."
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Stupid little boy.
Trina already knew what happened last night.
(but hey, I won't tell if you won't. shh.)