topo, início Prison Guards and Towels

A green-haired mohawk dude casually put his feet on the table, putting his muscular arms at the back of his head.

“Hey, Geoff, thanks for making me crash at your place,” Duncan said, yawning a bit. “That prison sure was hard to escape, but whatever.”

Geoff laughed. “It’s cool, man. And what, is this your tenth escape?” he asked, flipping through the channels.

Duncan smirked. “More than that, dude—probably like my twentieth or so.” He was exaggerating; it was actually his eleventh escape. He can stay out of trouble at times.

“So, the cops still searching or did they give up already?”

He snorted. “They’re considered as the ‘top policemen agency’ or something crappy like that. Guess the others didn’t tell them about me,” he joked.

“That’s a whole load of touro for you, eh?” Geoff settled for Degrassi.

Duncan grimaced. “Dude, this show is so dramatic. Every little thing they freaking do a whole big drama mess happens. And the dudes are gay. Some are even really gay! It’s just a messed up show about people’s horrible lives. I had to watch it with one of my ex-girlfriends.” He shuddered.

Geoff chuckled. “It does have some lesbian action,” he said slyly.

Duncan smirked. “Hell yeah. That’s the only thing I like about this show besides seeing a girl in a towel. Damn, I wish I could see that in real life. Even though I've had many girlfriends, I've never seen a girl in one!”

“Keep freaking dreaming, man.”

Suddenly, they heard loud footsteps outside of the apartment. Geoff didn’t hear it yet, though.

But he wasn’t a criminal.

Duncan tensed; he knew they were here. It was sort of like his “criminal senses.” He immediately jumped off the sofá and started looking for a comforter.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Geoff asked, giving him a comforter he found on the floor.

“That’s not enough; I need three more, man,” Duncan quickly muttered tying the comforters together tightly with the one he found.

Geoff was so confused. “Duncan, why are you—?”

“Geoff, just get me three mais comforters and hurry! I don’t have much time! I don’t have time at all! They’re coming door to door, and I’m lucky enough that your apartment is at the way end of the fourth floor. Now freaking move!” he hissed quietly in one breath. He tightened the knots.

Geoff quickly came back with the three comforters, and Duncan grabbed it from him tying it with the other comforters. He was quick, but he is a criminal. He’s used to it. Then he tied the end of the comforter rope on the window sill tightly. He tugged it, making sure it was tight and good enough to climb down on.

Duncan smiled smugly at Geoff. “You catching on now, Geoff?” he asked, swiftly climbing out of the window. “Hey, make sure you hide this thing before the freaks come bustin’ in your door, okay?”

Geoff nodded. “Yeah, man. My mouth’s sealed tight.”

“It better be or else I will make it sealed tight. Trust me, I did once, and I can do it again,” Duncan threatened.

Geoff rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. Okay, Mr. Criminal, enough with the threats and get out of here.”

Duncan grinned. “Thanks again, man. See you…sometime.” He slid down.

Geoff saw him climb down and casually jump inside another person’s window, which was two floors down from his. Geoff quickly withdrew the comforter rope in and threw it under the couch, stuffing it in. He quietly closed the window and jumped on the sofá and resumed watching the “whole big drama mess,” trying to look normal.

Then the door busted open, almost making Geoff squeal even though he knew they were coming.

“Sir, have you seen a man who looks nineteen years old, about 6’2”, green mohawk, piercings, black buttoned up shirt, a gray undershirt with a small skull on it?” one of the officers asked firmly, looking around suspiciously.

“Sorry, officer person, I didn’t,” Geoff lied smoothly. He used to be the worst liar ever considering he’s nice and honest with everyone, but Duncan helped him with that, not that he minded. He needed to lie for good use. Lying for your best friend for years is good use.

The officer nodded. “Okay, then, sir. If you see anyone that fits that description, please inform us immediately. You have a good night, sir.” They all left hastily.

Geoff breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at the comforter rope under his couch. He held it up, examining the incrível tight knots.

“Damn,” he sighed, “how the hell am I going to untie this?” Somebody rang the doorbell. “How the hell am I going to explain this to Bridgette?”

Meanwhile, Duncan was busy rummaging through the apartment he broke in since he felt like going into this apartment for no reason why. It was obviously a girl’s apartment, but not girlie. It was simple and not too flashy. He could easily tell she was one of the plain girls. Definitely not his type.

He heard somebody gasp from behind him. He quickly turned around and was feeling immensely lusty. There was an incredibly hot brunette only in a towel which was short, showing her long, tan, slender legs. Her hair was color mocha, and her eyes were onyx. She also had a very nice rack, which turned him on. Heck, everything turned him on!

The girl’s cheeks were red. “Who the—?!” she was about to yell. Duncan quickly grabbed the girl, his left hand on the small part of her back—which was dangerously low—and his right hand covering her mouth.

The girl, Courtney, was embarrassed, infuriated, and strangely feeling very attracted to this man. He had a green mohawk which was not the type that just stands stiffly, but the kind that is sort of spiky and just flows. He had piercings and a spiked collar. He was tall, about 6’2” or so, and was muscular, but not too extreme like those steroid people. He had cerceta, verde-azulado eyes which were intense and full of…lust? To narrow it down, he was incrível gorgeous. But that didn’t mean he was her type no matter how gorgeous he is.

Duncan smirked as he saw “Princess”—he started to call her that, for her knew that name somehow fit her—appraise him with wide eyes. He knew he was hot.

He heard the fatties open the doors. They were close. He pulled Princess closer, keeping his mouth on her soft lips.

Courtney was still in a daze and didn’t even push him away. This was so not like her at all. Then she quickly snapped out of it and tried struggling in his gentle but tight grip—as if there was ever such thing as that!

Damn, Princess is strong for a girl, he thought as she kept struggling. He put his mouth close near her ear.

“Hey, Princess, stop struggling. I’m in a middle of a mess—can you help me? The cops are looking for me, and I need for you to check if they’re about halfway inside one of the apartments and talking shit to one of the people who inhabits in there, so I could escape,” Duncan whispered quickly.

“Why would I help you—a criminal?” Courtney mumbled under his large hand.

He smirked. “Well, I could always tie you to the cama and do fun, e—”

She blushed. “I—I wouldn’t let you, you pervert! I can fight you!” She was tough and confident; he liked that.

He scoffed. “Puh-lease, Princess. I’m a criminal; so therefore, I’m also a skilled fighter. Look at these guns!” He chuckled lowly when he saw her roll her eyes at him. “So, could you please help me? And if you do, I can give you a reward.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Courtney snorted in disgust. It was amazing on how he could understand her when she talked quite incoherently due to his large hand on her mouth.

“Ew, you can keep your reward for somebody else,” she retorted with disgust in her voice.

He chuckled again, and slowly released her, looking at her with suspicious eyes. She may be hot, but he’s a criminal, so he’s always suspicious of people. She quickly walked towards the window and peeked out, opening the window slightly and quietly.

“They’re currently speaking to Mr. Johnson. They’re three doors away. You have time,” Courtney informed. She looked at him, and then glared when he saw him staring at her barely covered butt. “You’re being chased por cops, and you’re wasting time being perverted?!”

He grinned seductively at her. “There’s always time to be perverted no matter what the situation is, Princess.”

She was about to tell him to stop calling her that when suddenly, he came up extremely close to her.

“Thanks, Princess,” he whispered huskily, and then kissed her roughly but also gently on the lips.

Courtney’s eyes widened, and she blushed madly. He has soft lips, she thought. Then her denial side came out. Courtney, he’s not your type! This is a criminal—a perverted criminal!

Duncan released her unbelievably soft lips, and then winked at her. He quietly opened the door, and saw the officers talking to some lady. He looked back at Courtney, smirked, and then jumped down from the building.

Courtney was shocked. She was half-naked in front of a pervert. She was touched por a pervert. She was hit on por a pervert. She helped a pervert. She got kissed por a pervert. And the pervert jumped off from the building—even though her apartment is only on the segundo floor, this building was big.

The officers went in, looking confused when they saw the door open and her half-naked. The criminal was right; they were fat.

Courtney blushed again. This has got to be her most embarrassing moment ever. Why did she chuveiro at night all the time at the wrong time? The first time was when she got stuck in the bathroom for five hours. It was horrible. They were mais embarrassing moments, but there were too many to list down.

One of the officers stepped up, blushing slightly. He was the only skinny one. “Um, Miss, have—have you seen a man about 6’2”, looks about nineteen years old, green mohawk, black polo, gray undershirt with a tiny skull on it?” he asked, not looking at her face. At least he had the decency to not look—unlike like one little criminal in her mind.

Courtney smiled weakly. “No, officer, I haven’t. And yes, I’ll inform you if I ever see a person who fits that description,” she said, lying smoothly.

He nodded. “Thank you, Ma’am. And you have a good night. Make sure you lock your door and windows. You’ll never know when some pervert might come busting in, okay?” he said sternly, though he was still blushing.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. You’re a little too late, officer, she thought. “Yes, of course I will. Good night.”

They all immediately left, and Courtney closed the door.

She sighed, and went to change into her pajamas. After that, she did all of her necessities and lay down on her bed.

This was just so implausible for Courtney. Nobody would never believe her if she ever told them—besides Bridgette probably or Geoff since he believes anyone.

Courtney groaned. Why did this happen to her?

“What the hell is his name?” she muttered. Damn it, Courtney, why do you care?!

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Duncan was roaming around the dark streets. He wasn't frightened of murderers, thieves, or gangsters. He experienced those kind of people, and he is a thief.

Princess suddenly popped into his mind, and he grinned. That girl was hot. He could never stop thinking that. He’s seen other hot girls, but Princess was definitely the hottest of the hottest of the hottest! She was a great kisser, but he knew that he roubou her first kiss. Her lips were inexperienced—they didn’t even move!—and he kissed girls who looked like they have kissed many boys, but they didn’t.

He tried to stop thinking about Princess. She was just any other girl he’d come across on. He checks them out, flirts, and tries to score them. But somehow he didn’t want to get into her pants—okay, that was a lie. He didn’t try to persuade her in giving him consent to her pants. He just felt like it wasn’t right.

Which was so not like him.

Duncan thought of a place to stay, but Princess’s image kept getting in the way. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought. What did that chick just do to me?

“What the hell is her name?” he mumbled, scratching his neck. Damn it, Duncan, why do you care?!