Fiction: Hector
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clare_dragonflyTitle: Hector
World: Moonsisters
Word count: 490
Rating: PG-13 for hot kissing
Prompt: 3WW: electric, passionate, savage
Notes: Angel's boyfriend! I don't think I ever gave him a name in the original incarnation. I'm not even sure he was ever seen on the page/stage (did I mention that I wrote a play about the Moonsisters in eighth grade? I wish I could find the script).
“Hey. Angel.”
Angel turned, surprised. That wasn’t Charlotte’s voice or Laura’s or Ivy’s; no one else ever spoke to her. Except Maureen. But this wasn’t Maureen.
It was a boy—a senior, a year older than her. Boys never called her anything but names. But this one was different.
He looked at her with calm, deep brown eyes. Around him his friends whooped and catcalled, but he stood alone out of them. He stepped toward her. She was supposed to be meeting Charlotte, she was just late from having talked to a teacher, but she couldn’t move, not with him looking at her.
“That is your name, right?” he said, reaching out for her. His touch was electric.
She blushed and nodded, realizing she’d never said anything. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“That’s okay. It’s Hector.” One of his friends whistled and he glanced back with a quick and sudden scowl, a savage gash across his face that was smoothed out by the time he looked back at Angel.
“Anyway,” he said, gentle again, “I just think you’re really pretty and I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime.”
“Really?” Hope flooded through her—and then vanished again just as quickly, leaving her feeling sick. No, he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t. They never had before.
She stepped back, releasing her wrist from his loose grip, shaking her head. “No. I—I can’t.”
“Hey.” He stepped forward again to meet her. “I really do like you. I can tell you like me. They all think that goth girl you hang around with is your girlfriend, but she’s not, is she?”
Angel frowned, annoyed. Did people really think that or did they just say it to piss Charlotte off? “No. I like boys.”
Hector grinned, bright and dazzling. “Then, come on. One date. I’m a boy, aren’t I?”
Angel shook her head. She wanted to run away, but she was scared to at the same time. “You—I know you are.” Her voice came out soft and hesitant and she hated herself. Why couldn’t she be confident like Charlotte and Ivy? Why did she and Laura have to be the shrinking ones? “But—boys don’t like me.”
“This boy does.” He caught her wrist again, turned it so he was holding her hand. “Let me prove it to you.”
“How?”
He pulled her to him in one quick jerk, hauling her against his body. Then, before she had a chance to react, he kissed her, his mouth hot and passionate on hers, his tongue swirling through her mouth.
Then he let her go, his eyes hooded, his smile the same as before. “So?”
Dazed and dazzled, Angel nodded.
“I’ll meet you on the front steps after school tomorrow, then,” he said. “Don’t be late.”
Angel couldn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. She nodded again, and then she ran to meet Charlotte.
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World: Moonsisters
Word count: 490
Rating: PG-13 for hot kissing
Prompt: 3WW: electric, passionate, savage
Notes: Angel's boyfriend! I don't think I ever gave him a name in the original incarnation. I'm not even sure he was ever seen on the page/stage (did I mention that I wrote a play about the Moonsisters in eighth grade? I wish I could find the script).
“Hey. Angel.”
Angel turned, surprised. That wasn’t Charlotte’s voice or Laura’s or Ivy’s; no one else ever spoke to her. Except Maureen. But this wasn’t Maureen.
It was a boy—a senior, a year older than her. Boys never called her anything but names. But this one was different.
He looked at her with calm, deep brown eyes. Around him his friends whooped and catcalled, but he stood alone out of them. He stepped toward her. She was supposed to be meeting Charlotte, she was just late from having talked to a teacher, but she couldn’t move, not with him looking at her.
“That is your name, right?” he said, reaching out for her. His touch was electric.
She blushed and nodded, realizing she’d never said anything. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“That’s okay. It’s Hector.” One of his friends whistled and he glanced back with a quick and sudden scowl, a savage gash across his face that was smoothed out by the time he looked back at Angel.
“Anyway,” he said, gentle again, “I just think you’re really pretty and I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime.”
“Really?” Hope flooded through her—and then vanished again just as quickly, leaving her feeling sick. No, he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t. They never had before.
She stepped back, releasing her wrist from his loose grip, shaking her head. “No. I—I can’t.”
“Hey.” He stepped forward again to meet her. “I really do like you. I can tell you like me. They all think that goth girl you hang around with is your girlfriend, but she’s not, is she?”
Angel frowned, annoyed. Did people really think that or did they just say it to piss Charlotte off? “No. I like boys.”
Hector grinned, bright and dazzling. “Then, come on. One date. I’m a boy, aren’t I?”
Angel shook her head. She wanted to run away, but she was scared to at the same time. “You—I know you are.” Her voice came out soft and hesitant and she hated herself. Why couldn’t she be confident like Charlotte and Ivy? Why did she and Laura have to be the shrinking ones? “But—boys don’t like me.”
“This boy does.” He caught her wrist again, turned it so he was holding her hand. “Let me prove it to you.”
“How?”
He pulled her to him in one quick jerk, hauling her against his body. Then, before she had a chance to react, he kissed her, his mouth hot and passionate on hers, his tongue swirling through her mouth.
Then he let her go, his eyes hooded, his smile the same as before. “So?”
Dazed and dazzled, Angel nodded.
“I’ll meet you on the front steps after school tomorrow, then,” he said. “Don’t be late.”
Angel couldn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. She nodded again, and then she ran to meet Charlotte.
Thanks for reading this story! If you enjoyed it, visit my main page for all stories I've posted at Dreamwidth, or the tag for this world for more stories with this setting or characters. You can also pledge at my Patreon for exclusive patron-only stories and prompt posts.