"You fucking pervert! Die!!!!"
Bryanna kept stomping on Juan as he laid on the ground in a Beatle position.
"Paul! Please help me! Save me!!!!!"
There was no way in hell that I was going to jump in between an angry Bryanna and get my ass handed to me by her.
"What the hell is going on out here?" Wes looked at us crazy, "I was inside enjoying my beer when I hear a commotion outside my own house and to see Juan on the floor. Paul what the hell are you doing waving around panties as if it were a flag? Stop that!"
"Your friends a pervert! He stole my panties and hide them for who knows what! He doesn't deserve to live!" Bree shouted.
I decided to add more fuel to the fire, "He said that he got permission from you to use something off of you as part of my training and you said yes."
"Say what?! I didn't give no one permission to use anything of mine!" Bryanna started to kick him more aggressively.
"Juan, you idiot! Don't tell me that you stole this girl's underwear?" Wes asked.
Juan laid on the ground smiling.
"I don't care about my stupid panties anymore. You can keep them Paul. I'm going to kill this guy so he will never do it again!"
"How do you know that Paul didn't do it?" Asked Wes.
"Because I know that Paul would never do that to me! He's not a creep like him!"
"Ok Bryanna, I think he has had enough." Bryanna backs off as Wes tries to help pick Juan up the floor.
"And you mister, if you tell anyone that I gave you those and that you got a quick glimpse of me, I. WILL. FUCKING. KILL. YOU. Got it?"
"No problem! I don't want to get beat."
Wes shouts at me, "Don't just stand there! Help me carry Juan inside."
"Right!" I walk over to give him a hand, "You know what Juan; you do need to lose some weight. You are fat."
We took Juan inside and laid him on one of the couches.
"Easy... careful. I am in a lot of pain."
"I should throw your dumbass for pulling a dumb stunt like that!" Wes told him.
Once we laid him on the couch, Wes asked me, "What kind of training did he have you doing?"
"At first, he was teaching me how to find a scent. Then it turned into a wager which he lost now. He promised me that if I won, he would teach me another ability. The only reason that I did won was because Bryanna's scent smelled amazing." I said proudly.
Wes chuckled, "That's the Scent of Love."
"What does that mean?"
He looked me in the eye and said, "It means that you are in love with her. I didn't think that you were this slow."
I jumped back, "I am not in love with that girl!"
"It's the only possible explanation, and yes, it does exist."
"I don't understand?! Explain yourself?!"
"Human body odor influences sexual attraction, and just by being next to them feels intoxication because of their natural smell that they are radiating. The natural musk that a person emits is called a phenomenon that we humans produce and also other animals. If anyone denies that it does not exist, that person is lying to you."
I was speechless for a moment, "So it is real?"
"You just said it yourself that Bryanna's scent smelled amazing to you and it was just her natural smell. I am quite sure that you could smell the scented soap and shampoo that she used, but her real scent was mixed in there. More than likely you were able to mental remove the other fragrances and find her real smell, and that is how you were able to find her panties. If you also like that other girl, Regan, then it should be the same with her."
Now I have to sniff her to find out if it is true.
"I'll be right back; I am going to go check on Bree and see if she is ok."
"Ok." Wes told me, "Have fun and remember to wear a rubber. Or not, I want grandkids and an invitation to your wedding."
"I am not getting married! And I am not in love with her!"
As I was walking away, I could hear Wes diabolical laugh and said, "Boy! You are only lying to yourself!"
Whatever! I know who I genuinely like.
When I got back to my room, I found Bryanna sitting at my desk with her arms crossed and pouting.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"You idiot! What the hell do you think?! Juan sneaked in and took something personal of mine and who knows what else he did. He probably got a quick peep at me! Just the thought of it piss me off!"
"Well, he wouldn't have been disappointed, I know I wasn't, that's for sure." I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Ohhh... nothing." I noticed that she looked a little bit more annoyed than usual, "If you want, you can have your panties back."
I pulled them out of my pocket and she quickly snatched out of my hand.
So much for keeping them.
That's when I heard her stomach growl. Now I knew what was defiantly wrong with her.
"Hey Bree, do you want to go out and get something to eat? My treat."
"Whether it was your treat or not you were still going to pay. What did you think? That getting a view of me was going to be free?! And I am going to eat until I feel full! Got it!"
"That's fine. Just pick a place and we'll go."
I don't know what I was thinking by telling her that I will pay knowing that she has a bottomless pit hole for a stomach. I think that I prefer to buy both Wes and Juan drinks. I just might waste less on them combined that with Bree.
"This is what I want to eat!"
Ok, a Chinese buffet isn't bad at all. Now that I am thinking about it, the restaurant will be losing with Bryanna here. The waitress with short brown hair sat us at a table right next to the food court. Before I even sat down, I realized that Bree was not behind me.
That's strange. Where did she go?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bryanna loading up her plates on the tray table, "At least tell me what you want to drink!" I yelled at her.
"Don't be dumb! It's not like you don't know what I like."
I waited at the table for the waitress to bring our drinks. Bryanna by this time had already came to sit down with her three plates, and trust me, she didn't need any encouragement to eat. This girl does have a bottomless pit hole for a stomach.
Bryanna pointed her fork at me and with a mouthful said, "Aren't you going to eat?!"
"Yeah, I will get up right now and get something. I am thirstier than anything."
"If you say so."
I noticed when she pointed her fork at me, she had a huge bruise around her wrist. Should I leave it alone? Or should I ask.
Maybe after I get myself a plate.
When I came to sit down to eat my plate, Bree was on her seventh, and the people that were sitting around us started to stare at her in disbelieve.
I started to pick at the fries I had on my plate and decided to pop the question, "What's wrong with your wrist?"
Bryanna looked at me as if she has seen a ghost, "Bruise?!"
I pointed at her right hand.
She nearly chocked on her food and said while spitting food on the table, "It's nothing! I hurt myself the other day by accident. You know how clumsy I am."
"Damn it! Close your mouth and swallow first! Your spiting food everywhere!"
"I promise! It was nothing!"
"You still have food in your mouth!!!!!!"
She was right, she is clumsy. The girl is always hurting herself, which concerns me, because one of these days she is just going to end up killing herself.
I was on my second plate by the time I felt full, yet she managed to eat twelve plates and still had room for deserts, "Come on, let's go to the front and pay for the buffet."
"Wait! She still hasn't brought out the fortune cookies yet!"
"Forget the cookies! Wes can read your future back at home if you want!"
"That's a great idea!"
When we pulled up to Wes house, Bryanna asked me a question.
"Can I spend a night here with you?"
"Where would you sleep? Back at my parents' house it was fine, but I don't know about here?" I had a flashback to what Wes said earlier. Maybe he won't mind at all.
"Come on! It will be like old times. I will sleep in the same bed as you."
Without any hesitation, I said, "Ok. I don't mind." People think that we are dating because they always see her at my parents' house when I used to stay there before I started to stay with Wes. My own parents thought the same because she slept in the same room as me.
As I slowly opened the front door to not make any noise, I found Wes and Juan fast asleep in the living room. We quietly and slowly made our way to my room and Bree jumped onto my bed. She is lucky that in my room I have a queen-sized bed.
"I don't know why, but there is something about your bed that I love. It could be the fact that it's just so comfortable."
"It's memory foam, you are used to sleeping on the other one that was muffled toped. At least take your shoes off before you get in."
I walked to the bathroom to change and give her some privacy to do the same. When I returned, she was fast asleep."
"Poor girl. She was tired and hungry."
I laid next to her and we were face to face. I wonder if what Wes said was right? I moved in closer to her to sniff her again. Her natural scent does smell nice to me.
I place my left hand on her cheek and felt something slimy, "What the hell is this sticky stuff?" I grabbed my phone and used the backlight it has, "Is this make up? She could have wiped it off before going to sleep! Great, now I am going to have a printed version of her on my pillow." When I shined the light at her, my handprint was on her cheek because of the makeup, but that was not all, she had another bruise that she was hiding underneath all that makeup.
What the hell is really going on?!
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