🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
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CHAPTER 29&30
“Erica?”he mumbled, totally surprised.
In that picture is his dead twin and Alex, both smiling at the camera.
Alex knows Erica?
Of course he recognized that little girl as Erica. And slowly, he remembered that day.
•Flashback~10 years ago•
•Grandpa Grande’s fighting school•
Eric walked out of the hall, frowning and cussing.
He just got defeated in a duel by a boy and his grandpa chased him out— that’s how grandpa can be.
And Eric? He’s hates being defeated. He believes the rich as füç? kids should be on top of the world. He’s richer than that Idiot who defeated him.
In fact, this is Nyack, no one’s as rich as his one bank account.
He angrily walked to the flower garden, ignoring the grunts and orders coming from the training hall.
He started plucking out rose buds from its bed.
“Eric!”Erica called, running to him with a girl who looks arrogant as Erica.
Their necklaces dangled on their necks.
“Eric, look. I made a friend, her name’s Lexandra… but I call her Lexy. We’re like twins, we love rose, love fighting and love drinking milk,”Erica smiled, holding hands with the girl.
Alex.
“Lexy is a bit girlish, what about Lex?”Alex suggested.
“You’re a girl,”Erica laughed.
“Princess stuff are stupid.”Alex rolled her eyes.
“You’re me, baby. Who still wears Cinderella’s gown?”Erica laughed.
“What’s up with your brother?”Alex looked at Eric who acted like no one was there.
“I don’t know. That’s the way he behaves. Jit”Erica rolled her eyes, walking forward.
“Eric”she poked his arm.
“Leave, Erica.”he didn’t look at her saying that.
“Jerk, I just wanted to introduce my new best friend to you. She just got enrolled in this fighting school and…”
“Then take your poverty striken new friend outta my sight!”Eric snapped.
“Poverty what?”Alex blinked.
“Are you mad, Eric?”Erica snapped.
“Is that a question? Just leave me the heck alone”he threw a rose stem at her, Alex quickly got in her place so the stem met her neck before falling to the ground.
“You called me what, just now?”she asked.
Eric looked at her, assessing her head to toe. He clearly can’t see her face and he doesn’t know her anywhere.
“You wanna hear it again? I said You. Are. Poverty. Striken”he smirked.
Alex folded her fists and turned red, she used her strength to push him, he fell down, laughing sickly.
Alex widened her eyes when she realized why he was laughing.
He’s holding her necklace, he must have pulled it when she pushed him earlier.
“Cheap. You’re indeed poverty striken”he smirked.
“I hate you Eric. You just love annoying people!”Erica screamed, kicking him.
He laughed harder.
“Last week was her birthday and her mother gave her that necklace as a gift!”Erica continued.
“My necklace”Alex glared.
“Say, ‘My thread’. Sounds better that way”he said.
Alex attacked him but he was fast to move away from that spot, he threw the necklace away.
“No!”the girls screamed, running to flower bed where the necklace was flung to.
Eric watched them as they searched for it, Alex even got prickled by a sharp flower.
“I swear I hate you. I’ll continue hating you for the rest of my life, I’ll hate you till forever, Jerk!”she screamed.
Eric smirked and walked away.
•Flashback Ends•
So this is why that necklace looks familiar. And that’s why she has same quality with his twin.
Birds of the same feathers.
The next summer, when Eric and his sister went to Nyack, they were told the girl had moved away.
Erica cried hell that day.
Eric covered the book, frowning.
That says why he hates her. That says it.
He left the room by the window.
•Living Room•
“You’re still in your uniform? Why?” Christy walked to the kitchen, keeping some things in the fridge.
“Nothing? Just felt like” Alex lied.
Christy glanced at her when she got out, but she didn’t say anything.
“Did someone visit our house?” Christy suspiciously asked.
“Visit? No” Alex lied again.
“The house smells like rose. So fresh, lingering…” Christy sat on the couch, removing her flat shoes.
“Momma” Alex groaned. “I smell like rose” she snapped.
“And manly,” Christy completed her words, looking at her.
Alex rolled her eyes and sat beside her mom, the woman gasped.
“What?” Alex asked.
“You have a boyfriend now?” She asked.
“What? ugh. Gross, err, eww eww. What the füç?, momma. Love is the last thing I’ll ever do. I’d rather mop the whole of New York with my tongue than have a boyfriend”Alex scoffed. Imagining Eric and herself made her almost puke.
Thank God she made him park his car somewhere far.
“You’re impossible” Christy rolled her eyes.
“Umm, Hera Washington is coming back and a rich friend offered to gimme a ticket to attend the formal party” Alex said.
“What?! The president’s gala? President Donald’s gala? How come?”Christy blinked.
“Remember I’m attending Stars High?”Alex asked, removing the rose flower from her hair.
Christy sighed.
Later
Alex walked into her room and frowned.
“Where’s the jerk?”she muttered, walking to the bathroom.
No jerk.
Then she intentionally checked the wardrobe.
The room is still fresh with his rose scent. But her opened window gave him out.
She walked to the window and chuckled. “He can jump windows too? I thought rich people only lick ice cream” she said and closed the window.
She brought out her phone from her pocket and texted him.
She noticed the contact is gone back to ‘Grand Hottie’.
She personally saved it as Weakie, so what is Grand Hottie doing here?
She scoffed and changed the contact, this time to ‘Jerk Weakie’. Then she texted him.
Alex: Thank füç? you left, your bad odor almost made my momma puke.
Well, she knows about the gala now.
Grand Hottie: Good. You’ll see your dress on Saturday.
She blinked.
How? How did he change it again?
Damn.
The Next Day ~Stars High•
Everyone’s screaming about Belles dance and the Gala on Saturday.
•Guess where I’m ordering my dress from?
•Germany?
•No, Paris.
•I’m so happy that it’s Friday.
•Belles dance right?
“Hey fams, you can’t wait? Ana’s gonna burst ya brain!” Ana screamed running to her seat.
•Anabelle!
•We love you Anabelle.
Isa walked in, scoffing to herself as she walked to a seat, far from Ana.
“Isa, come here!” Ana called. She ignored her.
“Well, füç? yourself then” Ana scoffed.
Alex, Rhapsody and Cathy are all placing their heads on the table like they weren’t in class. On their ears are ear muffs, blocking the noise.
Mira entered with straight face, head up high.
She brought out a phone from her pocket and dropped it on Cathy’s desk, the girls looked up.
Cathy’s eyes lit, “My phone” she smiled.
“Thanks” she said, Mira ignored her, going to sit.
“Your phone? Church Bell took your phone?” Alex asked.
“Did she bully you?” Rhapsody asked, glaring at Mira who rolled her eyes, placing on her Airpods.
“No, no,” Cathy lied.
“Then what was she doing with your phone?” Alex asked.
Before Cathy could form a lie, Derek entered.
“Cathy, follow me” he ordered. She sighed in relief. Thank God he’s here to distract her friends.
“Who’s that arsehole ordering my Cat?” Alex winked at her, she smiled.
“I’ll be right back, lemme go with him”she said and stood up, walking away.
Rhapsody placed her head back on the desk.
Alex’s eyes found Andrea and she stared. He’s reading.
She immediately felt like going to him to cause trouble, but she didn’t. She placed her head on the desk, operating her phone.
•An Empty Hall•
Derek entered and walked to a chair, he sat down and lighted a cigarette.
He drew in, exhaling slowly.
Cathy entered and stood, heaving a deep breath before talking.
“I’m not ready yet, I’ll call you when I am” she said.
Derek looked at her and grinned.
“Ready?” he asked.
“You gave me your card to call if I’m ready to be close to you” she said.
“I’m ??? starved” he said, she gasped. “Not for you. I’m telling you I’m ??? starved because I promised to spend a week being with you. And you’re slimming my patience now. You think you’re the only girl on my list? You’re not the only one, yunno?”he said.
“Well, I don’t wanna be close to you to touch or something. Take touching away, I want us to be friends”she said.
He grinned again.
“Huh?”he asked.
“I said I… “he stood up immediately, pausing her on her words.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the floor, he stepped on it, walking to her.
She moved back, he moved forward.
She kept moving till her back landed on the wall. Derek got to her, placing his hands above her head on the wall, caging her there.
“I don’t make friends with the opposite ???. I don’t do love either. So why’d you think I’ll be just a friend? A friend to a female?”he asked.
“But…”she said.
“You said I’m not your type”she mumbled, breathing hard.
His breath fanned against her, the fresh smell of cigarettes poured over her face.
“You wanna be my type, Princess?” he whispered, his face went down to her neck.
Lips hovering right on it.
Heat flushed over Cathy. Her heartbeat turned aberrant.
Derek’s lips almost met her neck when she pushed him on the chest.
He moved away.
“I said I’m not ready! You want your card back? I’ll go get it!”she snapped, trying to walk out but Derek pulled her harshly to him, her boobs slammed on his abs.
She quickly moved back, but he pulled her again. She gasped, her hands went behind him, hugging him there.
Derek hugged her with a hand, using the other hand to bring out a glass pack.
There’s a pair of white glasses in that expensive glass pack.
He used his other hand in opening it. Cathy saw the opportunity to break the hug, but he hugged her again.
“Just stay that way” he whispered, removing the glasses from its pack.
Then he broke the hug.
He dropped the pack in her hands. Cathy gasped.
Glass pack of eyeglasses!
Jeez.
Derek wore the glasses for her and stood, observing her.
Pretty. She’s too pretty.
“It’s not valuable to you, it’s not from your dad, but you can use it” he said.
Cathy adjusted the glasses, blushing and smiling.
“Th.. thanks. Thank you very much but…”
“But what?” he asked.
“It’s expensive” she muttered.
“Not valuable”he said.
“I’m so grateful”she smiled, her set of white teeth made Derek gulp.
That gulping was a mistake. Of course she’s not his type.
“You’re… welcome”he cleared his throat, looking away.
Cathy bowed and tried walking out.
“Wait,” he stopped her.
She turned back.
He almost offered to make her his date for the gala tomorrow. But he changed his mind.
“Don’t worry” he said. She nodded and bowed again before walking out.
“The füç?? Why’d I be easily mesmerized? füç?!”he groaned, kicking the cigarette on the floor.
*
It’s almost twelve pm and students are already running to the occasion hall, screaming and ululating.
Andrea closed his book and sighed in a bored way when he saw Mira before him.
“C’mon, Mira. We gotta get going” Ana yelled.
Isa looked at Mira and walked away, not bothering to wait for her or Ana.
Mirabelle ignored them both, frowning at Andrea.
“Who are you?” she sneered.
“Andrea? You know me, Mirabelle” he said.
She froze in lust and disappointment.
Lust… because the accent he used in calling her name is so foreign.
His tone is different, yet ???y.
Disappointment… because he actually didn’t call her Mimi.
Wait, Lust and Disappointment her foot!
“Andrea no last name? Only the school BOD knows your last name” she scoffed.
“You wanna take drugs for that? Are you a druggie?” he blandly asked.
Mira banged on his table.
“Attend the dance show, you have no right to decline. You’re nobody, anyway. I’m quite sure someone’s paying your school fees and that’s why you’re here”she said.
Andrea laughed shortly, looking away.
“Mira, what’s your problem? Let’s füç?ing go. We have to go get dressed”Ana yelled, Mira waved her off. She gave her the middle finger and stormed out.
“Aren’t you a dumb little squirrel?” Andrea looked at Mira. She blinked.
“You call me a squirrel?” she poked her chest. Andrea brought out his phone and did something.
He stood up and picked his bag, walking out. He intentionally brushed shoulders with her, she staggered, he walked away.
“That…” she stopped talking when her a notification beep sounded on her phone.
She got it out to see an alert from a secret account.
“5m?” she muffled and gasped.
“Andrea? He’s rich?” she muttered.
•Outside•
“What’s with you and dancing? You wanna watch Belles? Those bitches?” Rhapsody blinked.
“The show is for everyone. I guess they’re nice enough to allow scholarships watch them” Cathy replied.
“Why do I think you’re a low-key dancer?” Rhapsody asked.
“Fine, I wish to be signed under a group, BUT, my diffidence is crazy”Cathy said.
“I know”Rhapsody replied and looked at Alex who’s staring at Andrea as he walked out of the hallway.
“He’s out. Wish me luck”Alex winked and started running after him.
“Love your new pair of glasses anyway, Cat. You’re lucky we’re friends”she disappeared.
“What does she mean?”Cathy chuckled.
“She’d have stolen the glasses from you. Believe me, I’d have done that too”Rhapsody said.
“The way she wants to talk with Andrea, I’m guessing… ”
“Eww, not Echo. I’m shipping her and grand arsehole”Rhapsody cut her off.
“She hates him, they hate each other” Cathy said, looking at the screaming students, running towards the hall.
“Who knows what fate can do?” Rhapsody shrugged.
“Well, follow me, please”Cathy pleaded.
“To watch those bitches? C’mon, let’s head home”Rhapsody scoffed, pulling her.
“Rhapsody”Cathy groaned.
Cathy spotted Dennis and Winter among the crowd going to the hall and she smiled.
“Come dance for me, instead” Rhapsody replied, not ready to stop.
“Winter’s going too, look” she pointed.
Rhapsody stopped and sighed, she saw them and started pulling Cathy towards the hall.
“Are we really going to watch Belles dance?” Cathy teased.
“A little stare won’t hurt” she replied.
Cathy laughed, smiling widely.
•Eric’s Haven•
Eric left his drum set, walking to the billiards table. He picked a cue stick and took a shot, as the balls scattered across the table, he reminisced.
How he had stoned a bitch with the balls.
How SHE had retaliated.
Then another day, she did it.
As he remembered, he played harder, cussing himself from thinking about that.
But still, he didn’t stop remembering.
“Damn” Derek barged in.
Eric didn’t stop playing, he switched places.
“Dude, let’s play” Derek walked to him, picking a stick.
Eric rolled his eyes and stood straight, looking at him.
“A slut bit your cock?” he mockingly asked.
“Idiot” Derek scoffed, arranging the balls.
Eric chuckled, joining him, intentionally scattering the balls.
“Do you wanna die!” Derek pulled him by the collar, he smirked, enjoying it.
“We’re friends, we’ll die together” he winked.
Derek raised his fist to punch him, but he dropped his hand, pushing Eric away.
“Arsehole, let’s play” he said. Eric smirk disappeared and he walked to the other side.
The game started. No one talked.
*
Andrea got to his car and turned, sitting on the bonnet, with folded arms.
Alex walked to him.
“You’re cognizant,” she smiled.
“The Scholarship Tomboy who tackles even the Grand Hottie and Omar Stone’s child” he said.
She shrugged, folding her arms below her breasts.
“Still surprised you’re that intelligent to get a scholarship here” he nodded.
“I am. Seeing you at first, I didn’t like you, but now, I do. We should be friends” she said.
“Is that a proposal?” he asked.
“Something like that.” she nodded.
“You came to the wrong person” he scoffed and entered his car.
Alex stared blankly at him.
He stared at her and drove off.
•The Next Day~Alex’s Home•
Alex groaned tiredly when the door bell was rang. She stayed on the bed for another twenty seconds before sitting up, hitting her head.
The door bell was rang again and she jumped down, running to the living room.
“Coming!” she yelled, making sure her breath was okay before walking to the door. She opened to see a deliver man standing there with a large box.
“Miss Alexandra Stone?” he questioned.
“Hmm, me” she mumbled.
“A package from Eric Grande. Please sign here”
“Of course, Proud weakie”she muttered, realizing she’d have saved his number as PROUD WEAKIE.
Oh, she can’t.
She signed and took the box inside, scoffing.
“Momma?”
No response. Christy must have gone to the restaurant.
She dumped the box on the floor and opened it.
Her eyes widened, not in amazement but horror!
A white, shiny… no, a dazzling white, diamond shiny dress.
She took it out of the box and screamed.
“Dress? Gown? What the hell! Eric!” she screamed.
•Airport•
Derek grinned as Hera walked out of the plane, landing gracefully on the stairs.
One thing… three things people admire her for.
Long hair.
She’s got long hair, reaching her back.
Hips.
Too wide and ???y.
Large, round boobs.
It’s even exposed since she’s putting on a tight, open top. Her heavy breasts are opened— only the areolas and nips are enclosed.
Literally.
She’s in tight leggings, hugging her shape and heel boots.
Two hefty bodyguards followed suit, armed like ‘touch her and die’
“Even with those bald heads behind her, I’ll shoot her and kiss my gun hole”Rhapsody scoffed, she’s standing beside Derek, glaring daggers at Hera.
Both are relaxing on the bonnet of Derek’s car, while Eric relaxed by the driver’s door, talking with Senitel.
“Eric!” Hera screamed, running to the car.
Eric looked up. No smile. No frown.
“Hey He,” Derek waved.
She waved and looked at Rhapsody, they scoffed and she got to Eric standing beside him with a little smile.
“Boo,” she pouted.
“How many weeks are you staying in the country?” Eric asked.
“Forever” she blinked ???ily.
“School?” he asked.
“I’ll get enrolled in Stars High. Remember we’ll become kissmates soon, you won’t want your partner to be faraway, how’d we kiss and have fun” she winked, raising her finger to touch his shirt but he gave her a unwelcoming stare.
She withdrew her hand, blinking once.
“You still don’t do body contact?” she asked.
“Yes” he said and looked at her bodyguards, communicating with them with his eyes.
“We can leave now, ma” one of the guards said.
“What? Leave? Eric, ain’t we going to the city together?. I asked daddy not to come pick me up because you were coming. And you wanna leave me, here, with my guards?” Hera said, blinking, she’s more than astonished.
“I came, didn’t I? Welcome Hera, we’ll meet tonight” Eric said and entered his car.
Senitel, let’s move” the car started and drove off.
Hera took a step forward with her knee boots and stopped, widening her eyes.
“What!” she screamed.
“Your first day, this is how you were treated. Are you really sure this kiss füç?ed up mate will work?” Rhapsody asked.
Hera gave her clutch bag to her second guard, then she held the second one, supporting herself to remove her shoe.
She successfully took of her boot, throwing it at Rhapsody. She didn’t move, the boot flew past her.
“Silly, is that how you were taught in Paris?”Rhapsody mocked.
“I know you’re füç?ing jealous! So jealous because Eric is mine! You’ve tried all your best to get close to him but your best has never been good enough! You are just place as a third hand man! Urrg, jealous ass bitch!”Hera snapped.
“DR, let’s leave. I love dramas you know and I can’t wait for tonight’s”Rhapsody smirked at Hera and entered the car, Derek saluted Hera and joined Rhapsody, driving away.
“Miss Hera, please wear your…”
“Shut up!” Hera slapped the guard, he went on one knee, palming his cheek.
“Don’t add to my anger. You were assigned to serve me, not advise” she said and marched to the car, awaiting her.
•Night~President’s Villa•
•The East Room•
The East Room stretched wide beneath crystal chandeliers, its polished wooden floor reflecting soft gold light.
Tall arched windows were draped in ivory curtains, and portraits of past presidents watched silently from the walls. The air carried a quiet elegance—formal, restrained, yet softened by music and laughter.
Round tables dressed in white linen lined the edges of the hall, while the center remained open for greetings and conversation.
People dressed in formal wears, walking to and fro, holding glasses of different wines and liquors.
Eric looked the ‘boredest’ as he walked with his dad, greeting and greeting and greeting.
His suit? Italian made. Expensive and gold in color. From his head to this toe is gold. Even the glass he’s holding.
“Eric Grande, look at you. Taller!” President Donald Washington exclaimed in excitement, assessing Eric from head to toe.
He didn’t try to hug or exchange further pleasantries, he knows Eric.
Thomas smiled, shaking hands with the president. Eric only rolled his eyes, avoiding Hera’s ???y eyes.
He doesn’t have her time.
Rhapsody walked to them(she’s in suit, fine as fúck), whispering something to Eric, he frowned.
“Excuse me,” he said and walked away with Rhapsody.
Hera look at the direction he took, biting her lip harshly.
She got too impatient that she followed up.
•Waiting Room•
Rhapsody entered, Eric followed. Alex jumped down from the desk she’s been sitting on, frowning.
Eric frowned deeper, looking at her.
“I brought him to you, Echo”
Rhapsody said
“Thanks Echo,”Alex nodded, Rhapsody winked and walked out, meeting Derek by the door.
“You’re late, dude” she scoffed.
“C’mon, date” he teased.
“Gross,” they chorused but they interlocked hands anyway. They acted like partners.
Both walked together, but their minds are far away.
The first is thinking about a particular girl. The latter is thinking about another particular girl.
Meanwhile Alex spread her arms wide before stucking her hands in her jacket pocket.
“I’m here, as you said” She said.
“In joggers? Seriously?” he glared, then chuckled, ruffling his blonde hair.
“You know I’m a tomboy and you got me a stupid white dress? Seriously?” she yelled.
Eric looked around him and when he didn’t see anything, he looked at his glass of wine in his hand.
He walked closer to her and poured the drink on her, wetting her.
“Jerk!” she screamed.
“You füç?ing don’t go against my rule, you don’t!” he said.
“You love causing troubles. You know I hate wearing stuff like that, yet you sent that shit to me? With heels? C’mon, think ugly arse!”she yelled, her necklace dangled and he stared at it, remembering how he pulled it when they were younger.
He did exactly that, pulling of the necklace and palming it.
“Hand it over jerk!”she hit him hard on his chest.
“You don’t know how much that dress cost. You’re wearing that dress whether or not you like it”he started walking out.
“I’ll never do that, mark my words!”she followed him.
•Back in the East Room•
Adrianna smiled at Andrea who winked, walking far so as not to cause attention.
“Why exactly are you still hiding your son?”the first lady, Hannah Washington asked her, looking at Andrea.
“My recklessness caused Amelia’s disappearance. I’m protecting my bubu even if he sees himself as a big boy now. When Amelia is found, we’ll tell them to the world” Adrianna smiled.
Hannah nodded.
“The blood test is still going on. I hope the results be fruitful”she said.
“I hope too”Adrianna smiled, raising her flute.
Hannah did too.
Meanwhile, Andrea took a flute of wine, taking a sip when Mira walked to him.
She’s the only one present out of her friends.
“And she’s here”he sighed.
“Look who we have here. Andrea no last name. How did you get access in here? And where did you get that money you gave me?”she asked.
“Look, Hera’s going out. Don’t you think she’s going to the Grand Hottie?”Andrea pointed.
Mira frowned and dropped her glass on the table beside her, following Hera.
•Outside•
“If you don’t hand over my necklace to me, I’ll kill you right now Eric Grande”Alex muttered, stopping.
“What exactly is special here?”he looked at the necklace in his hand.
“You wanna know what? I was given that on my eight years birthday. It costed a worth then”she replied.
“You’ll wear the dress?”he stopped.
“Eric!” Hera marched out, gathering her gown at the end.
“Ricky-hottie!” Mira ran out too.
Eric looked at them and back at Alex, looking interested.
Not in the dress anymore but something different.
“Let’s kiss, Tomboy” he started walking to her. She widened her eyes, moving back a little.
“You’re mad” she muttered, frowning.
“I know” he got to her, placing the necklace back around her neck.
“Now, let’s kiss” he said.
“Eric, you don’t do body contact. Who’s that idiot you’re with? And why are you touching her! She’s even so informal. She looks like a gangster!” Hera screamed, stopping on her track.
“Exactly, how did the Tomboy get here! How did she get the assess?” Mira asked, standing beside Hera.
Alex turned to them and their burning eyes made her smirk, she turned back to Eric.
“Don’t take it to heart” she fisted his suit jacket, pulling him lower to her.
He smirked.
“Stupid little thing” he said and venomously caught her lips.
Both eyes stayed wide opened, looking at their eyes as they kissed.
Not calm.
Wicked.
Both intentionally tearing off their lips and fighting for dominance.
“Eric, what the füç?! I’m your füç?ing kiss partner! We made a füç?ing promise!”Hera screamed in shock.
Mira staggered, she lost balance and one heel of hers broke. She became imbalanced.
“Eric!” Hera screamed.
That was it, the insane kiss got more insane.
Alex’s hands went to Eric’s back, deepening the kiss.
Her eyes went shut. And she gathered her future energy, kissing him back.
Not for anything but to annoy those two bitches standing there.
Eric’s hands went to her neck, holding her in chokehold.
Then he shut his eyes, kissing the life outta her.
They bled. They continued.
“Arrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!” Mira ran mad, falling on her butt.
“Make it stop, please” Hera muttered, her chest tightened and she fell down.
She fainted right there.
TBC…
