As the thunder cloud rolled on, Kimi and Jake sat in the living room of Jake's house with lit candles and calculus textbooks in front of them. It had been raining heavily all night and the lightning finally blew the power out.
About half an hour ago, Jake was more than ready to shoot himself in the face. He couldn't stand Kimi or her superior personality in any way. She was the definition of a spoiled brat, always having anything and everything handed to her and never worries about breaking a nail because she doesn't work for anything in her life.
Kimi is the kind of girl who thinks that the whole world revolves around how she thinks. On the contrary, however, the way she thinks and feels is solely dependent on the idea that she is the only person in the world with a brain. The way Jake sees it is that she is vey narcissistic and close minded for no real reason. In other words, Kimi was a total bitch with a capital B.
Now don't get him wrong; even though Kimi was a terrible person on the inside, he felt the Lord didn't condemn her on the outside. Her personality and physical appearance differed in so many ways. Where she was coldhearted, she had a heart shaped, caramel colored face with a slim and curvy body to match. Where she was narrow minded, she had generous sized breasts that strained against the thin cotton shirts she wore all the time. Where she was rude and criticizing, she has the most perfect ass Jake had ever seen on a light skin girl. Kimi's ass was the only thing that made him walk into a light pole on the way to his next class when they were in the hall that morning.
She was also a huge slut. Jake could literally go to every single football and basketball player, even the team managers, and they could give him a step by step description of how she gives blow jobs. Kimi was a hot girl, but Jake hated how his secluded demeanor could be so easily influenced by lust for her body.
One thing Jake couldn't understand was how much she hated her body. Kimi and her best friend Mariah would always come back from lunch to our last two classes, arguing about lunch. It was the same thing every day; Mariah wanted Kimi to eat, Kimi refused but eventually gave in only to sneak off from class the first five minutes to the bathroom to, uhm, relive herself of the food she ate. He tried his hardest at not caring about Kimi's obvious eating problems that he constantly eavesdropped on, but he always found himself wanting to reassure her of the beauty she had in every curve and crevice that made her Kimi. The lust for her beauty over rid Jake's hatred for her attitude.
That morning, the history teacher requested that Jake, the most intelligent student in our class, tutor the rebel without a cause before she ended up in the teacher's class again for another year. He wasn't all that into helping the egotistical girl, but he sympathized with his teacher. No one should have to put up with that mouth for another whole school year.
"Hey, cracker," Kimi snapped her fingers in front of Jake's eyes, and he blinked in the semi darkness, trying to find her caramel colored face in the shadows. The fact that he was slightly intoxicated didn't help his vision, either.
"What, Kimi," Jake snapped, rolling his eyes at her intended racist remark. She always made jokes or puns about white people. For what reason, The boy wasn't sure.
There was a loud smack! before Jake realized that Kimi had shut her book with too much force. "This is boring," she whined. "I wanna do something fun."
Jake didn't respond to the whiny girl, partly because he was irritated but mostly because he was feeling slightly bothered in his Southern Hemisphere because of the girl's tone. He tried to keep his hot fantasies at bay to reduce the level of awkward in the room.
"Jake!" Kimi shouted.
"What?" Jake hissed, resting the back of his head against the arm of the couch he was sat against. He could only put up with Kimi for so long; her sex appeal was slowly dimming, in place of irritation.
"I wanna do something fun," Kimi whined again.
"Is studying about gunfire in the three main empires in history not interesting enough for you," Jake sighed sarcastically. Kimi had barely been paying any attention to what he tried to teach her for hours. There was always something on her mind, whether it was a new t shirt or gossip or a celebrity, but Kimi's attention span was as short as a fish's. Jake had poured them both some vodka and cranberry juice before the lights were knocked out in hopes of settling both Kimi's ditziness and his own sexual feelings. However, it seemed the only thing the alcohol did was make Kimi more reluctant to study and Jake more bothered by her company.
Kimi rolled her eyes at Jake, who couldn't see her. The boy was annoying her to no end and yet, she was hoping the buzz from the drink she had would haze out the attraction she had for the boy. Kimi knew that Jake didn't like her and she wasn't that fond of him either, but she couldn't deny how hot the white boy was. His snow white skin was a startling and sexy contrast to his short black hair. His blue eyes were dark and seemed to hate everything, which turned Kimi on. Jake was also the captain of the baseball team at school, and all the exercising and practice has definitely paid off in one of the sexiest athletic bodies Kimi had ever seen.
Of course the only thing Kimi felt for the boy was lust, nothing more. Even though she couldn't stand when he so much as breathed, just the thought of Jake getting all sweaty during practice made Kimi swell up between her legs.
Kimi moaned slightly as she laid back on the living room floor, wiggling slightly. Jake noticed her body in the candle lit room. He watched her silently, not making any effort at keeping his boner at bay.
With his growing desire also came confusion. He didn't understand how someone as hot and sexy as her could be so insecure about her body. Jake was dreaming of running his tongue along the girl's caramel colored body, exploring her curves and memorizing her facial expressions while she squirmed and begged and screamed for release-
"Kimi," Jake said abruptly, focusing his vision on Kimi's laid out figure. At the moment he was too drunk to process whatever he was about to do.
"Mmhmm," Kimi responded, sounding highly intoxicated. Her inebriation made Jake feel slightly better as he was feeling the same way.
Now all he had to do was just not think. "Come here," he ordered and straightened his back against the couch.
Kimi snickered lightly and sat up to look at the pale boy. "And just who in the fuck do you think you're talking to, Snowball?" She wished the room was lit enough for het to see Jake's eyes change with frustration, but she was also relieved that he couldn't see her right now. The darkness gave her the confidence she needed to feel like she wasn't totally fugly with a capital F.
Now that she thought, the darkness along with the alcohol they both had gave Kimi a pleasurable idea. She decided to obey her annoying tutor.
Jake was beginning to get frustrated at waiting for Kimi when suddenly he felt light pressure on his lap. He opened his eyes to a tipsy girl straddling him, her arms stuck out in front to support her body, which pressed her breasts together under her thin tank top.
This isn't gonna be any easier, Jake thought bitterly.
"What did you want," Kimi asked, rolling her head on her shoulders.
Jake couldn't think how to answer her, so he asked a question instead. "Why don't you eat anything?"
Kimi stopped moving, surprised at his question. She didn't understand why that mattered on any level. "Because....I hate my body," Kimi shrugged. "And I eat occasionally but... I don't really keep any of it down."
"Why," Jake asked, and at that moment Kimi could see his eyes clearly. They held curiosity and maybe a tinge of...worry? Why would the boy worry about her in the first place?
Kimi suddenly felt uncomfortable and moved to get off of Jake, but he grabbed both of her arms and pulled her back down.
The impact of Kimi's pelvis hitting his lap made Jake shake with pleasure as he restrained the rebellious girl.
"Let me go, dickhead," Kimi snapped, trying to snatch her wrists out of Jake's hands.
"Answer my question first, Kimi," Jake pressed, suddenly caring a lot about her answer. Kimi was avoiding even looking at him now and she kept squirming on top of him, which made Jake tingle in his boxers. "Why can't you keep food down?"
"Cause I said so, fuckface," Kimi meant to sound snappish, but her words came out squeaky and slightly slurred. She didn't have the strength to fight against Jake, yet she couldn't stand sitting on him anymore. "I wanna get up."
"Why," Jake asked, smirking. The girl's voice didn't hold the arrogance it usually did, but that could have been due to her being drunk. "Why'd you climb on me in the first place?"
