🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
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CHAPTER 39&40
Mira drove closely behind Andrea’s car.
No idea how she followed him out of the basketball hall, then the changing ward and even out of the school, but here she is.
Really stalking him.
Her phone rang for the uptenth time and she groaned, finally picking the call.
She didn’t place her phone on her ear though, and her eyes stayed fixed on the pavement.
“Sweetie, are you serious right now? Where the heck are you and where the hell did you keep your phone?”Ana yelled over the phone.
“Chill, babes. I’ll meet you both at the spa”she replied.
“Isa’s acting strange, it’s just us,”Ana replied.
“Extend these two words from me to her. ‘Crazy Fish’”Mira mouthed.
“Bitch, I’ll be waiting,”Ana chuckled.
“Shit, I missed him”Mira groaned, sucking her lower lip.
“Who?”Ana questioned.
“Hanging up now, bye”Mira hung up. She drove her car to a parking spot and halted, hitting her steering wheel angrily.
She got down, kicking the tyre effortlessly.
As she kicked, she cursed.
As she cursed, she ruffled her hair.
And as she did that, she got crazier.
“Acting this way because you missed my car? Is that how you’re obsessed with me?”someone asked behind her.
She paused. Froze. And shut her eyes, folding her fists.
She opened her eyes and turned to him.
“Obsessed?”she sneered.
“What are you doing here? Why’re you stalking me?”Andrea asked.
“Stalking you? I ain’t doing that shit. You think I’d wanna do that? Well, Mr no last name, you gotta think again”she snapped.
“Mrs Stone, I wouldn’t wanna think again”he smiled.
That smile— Not nice. Something far from that. Like a mocking smug?
Mirabelle rolled her eyes, he didn’t give her the chance to balance, his large right palm landed on her car— the head.
A low gasp eluded her lips, her throat bubbled once and as she looked up at Andrea, she could feel he could hear her heartbeats.
Why’s her heart even beating? For this Mr no last name?
She raised her fist to maybe punch him…
Punch? LMAO
Andrea caught that tiny fist with his other hand, his full palm covering it fully.
He smiled, scanning that hand.
“You don’t have the right to touch me whatsoever. I’m Mirabelle Stone, the daughter of Stars High owner, a member of Belles dance group. You fúcking have no right!”she forcefully took her hand away.
“I know you, braggart”he placed that hand on the car too.
Now she’s caged. His frame covered her fully.
“Lemme tell you now. You won’t breathe without me as from now”he said.
“Meaning?”she asked.
“Search the meaning of annoying, Mimi”he whispered and left her slowly. His tongue kissed his own teeth and he turned, walking away like he never came.
Mira scoffed loudly and opened her car, literally jumping in.
But Mimi… why does the name sound sweet coming from his mouth?
*
Cathy closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh late-afternoon to early-evening air. The sky was foggy and at the same time dry.
Derek walked exactly beside her, his attention on her more than his steps.
As he stared, he remembered that day— the day she mistakenly poured out his condom packs.
He let out a small smile in reality, laughing slowly to himself. Cathy opened her eyes and looked at him, his smile disappeared immediately.
“Loving it?”he asked. She looked away, nodding.
“Yeah, thanks… I’m enjoying the uhh.. the walk”
“Nice,”he nodded. “Fine, we’re getting along,”he added.
Cathy took a few steps before him and instead of walking beside her, he followed close behind, observing her back side.
Her hair falling over her back and shoulders, her pretty, slender back, her tiny waist, her pretty large ass.
Damn, she’s got a big fanny.
Seriously he’s just noticing it since her school skirt covers it. She’s a scholarship afterall.
Derek almost walked forward and gave that soft ass a hard spank…
But he remembered. She’s not one of his sluts, she’s his project partner who just wants to be CLOSE.
Pfft, how boring.
His eyes went to her white legs, then back to her ass again.
Cathy suddenly stopped, watching a few girls dancing from a distance away. She smiled, in her head, she’s dancing with them.
She didn’t notice someone was already behind her. Exactly behind her.
If she tries breathing, she’ll feel him over her.
Still, she didn’t feel him. Not until a finger traced her neck from behind. That finger raised a part of her hair.
With a grip of insane fear, she turned. Her hair slapped Derek’s face, she gasped and fell on her knees, bowing.
“Ouch,”he muttered. She blinked realizing her knee was on his shoe.
“I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t know”she quickly apologized, shifting slowly.
“Damn, can you stand up?”Derek groaned.
She did immediately.
“It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to”she said.
“Not that… fine, don’t ever bow to me, don’t ever break eye contact with me, don’t ever stutter whenever we’re talking. Don’t ever do those shits, they’re annoying as füç?!”he shook her shoulders.
“I’m sorry”she muttered.
“Look at me,”he whispered. Her eyes found their way to his neck.
“My eyes”he added. She slowly looked up at his eyes.
“Good, let’s stay this way. DON’T look away”he gently said, rubbing her shoulders.
Heat. Timidity. Heat again.
All spoke for Cathy. Her forehead dropped hot sweat. Derek helped her wipe off her sweat, slowly.
Thank gawd, her phone rang. The sudden quiet, scary moment cut short.
She moved back and got her phone from her pocket, gleaming a little when she saw the caller.
“Hello, dad? I’m almost home”she said and nodded, hanging up. She looked back at Derek who nodded once, waving her off.
“Bye, princess”
She waved and turned to walk away, Derek held her bag, pulling her back to him.
She widened her eyes, trying not to look back at him. From behind, he adjusted her glasses for her.
His lips went to her right ear, she gulped.
“Your arse is damn large… it’s a pity I can’t touch”he whispered.
Cathy held her bag strap tightly, pretending not to hear that.
She didn’t hear that.
“Please, let me go. You’re holding my bag”she muttered, she didn’t stutter and she’s surprised by that.
“Cool. See ya tomorrow, but we won’t talk till Monday, our project day”he said, leaving her bag.
Cathy ran. She didn’t look back.
Derek pocketed his hands, a little smug smile hanging at the corner of his lips.
•Eric’s Residence~Bedroom•
Alex stood by the door, watching Eric as he put on his tank top on his plain jeans.
Her mind is far away, going back to the scene earlier.
She had really seen his díçk.
Like hell?
She didn’t think about the kiss as much as she thinks of this.
Crazy, yet cool.
She started fantasizing.
That dick… sorry, Medulla.
That Medulla, does it have a name?
If it does, he’s gonna be a HE, right?
Is he Eric Jr? King? The big guy?
Has anyone— apart from Eric — touched him?
She suddenly got the urge to touch… to stroke… to caress.
As she fantasized, she drooled. Why does his Medulla have to be so beautiful? Fawk.
She definitely hates him but not Medulla. Big guy is innocent anyway.
A snap of someone’s fingers jerked her back to reality. Her spittle dropped from her lips to a large palm.
Eric’s.
He made irritated faces, then rubbed her spittle on her body, making sure he smeared every watery substance on her.
As he did that, he stared at the heavy glare on her face. Soothing.
So soothing.
Again, if he didn’t have face agnosia, he’d have laughed at her ugliness to her face.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been fantasizing about my Medulla? Wrong code, tsk tsk”he clicked his tongue, moving away from her.
She wiped off the remaining stain on her lips, walking bodly to his dressing ward. She looked back at him, his eyes lingered on her, maybe wondering what she was up to.
She didn’t say nothing, she entered.
In no time, she was back. Not in her uniform anymore, but his shirt and joggers.
Both are extra large for her, especially the joggers but she made sure she fitted in. There’s a rope connected to the waist, that’s a plus.
She already kept her uniform in her backpack.
“What is the meaning of that?”he questioned.
“What is the meaning of you smearing my school uniform with…”
“With what?”he butt in, walking to the bed where his phone was. He picked it and sat on the bed, one leg down, the other on the bed as he read Hera’s message.
Slut: I’ll miss you Eric, I’m at the airport right now. Won’t you come see me before I leave?
He left it on read, looking back at Alex as she clenched her jaw.
“With what?”he asked again.
“Why do you like frustrating me, jerk?”she glared.
“I smeared your uniform with your own spittle, Kissmate. That doesn’t look good on you anyway”he commented, smirking.
“I don’t want your stupid clothes to look good on me, I wore it to mess it up”she scoffed.
“Money doesn’t suit you, pickpocketing suits you better. That’s what wretched tomboys do, it’s just fair you’re one”he brought out THE NECKLACE which has been under his pillow.
Alex frowned.
“Why are you still with my necklace? I already wore the suit”
“This cheap thing? What about my tuxedo chain?”he looked at her.
“Why did you call?”she rolled her eyes.
“Let’s start with why you entered my bedroom and my bathroom without knocking”he said.
“Bruh, you didn’t lock your door. You should be crying I saw your Medulla, buh you’re really shameless. Shameless pig!”she snapped.
This second Eric was on his bed, staring at the necklace, the next second he was with her, pinning her to the wall, her hands above her.
She laughed.
“Feeling embarrassed, are you?”she asked.
“You just saw it, and that ends there. It fúcking ends there, Tomboy. You’re not gonna see it again”he glared, his other hand holding her throat.
“Why?”she whispered. To him it’s mockery, to her, it was intentional.
Eric looked away and chuckled. Then he laughed softly. That laugh wasn’t pure AT ALL.
He looked back at her. This time, at her lips. She noticed and pressed her lips together, grinning.
“You can’t have my Medulla because you’re just my Kissmate. Open up,”he ordered.
She shook her head in the negative.
“You fúcking witch,”he groaned and kicked her on the leg. She gasped, that was his entrance ticket.
He dived his lips into her mouth, kissing her.
Alex didn’t fight. She shut her eyes, kissing him back.
It wasn’t soft. It was hard. Hard and domineering.
But one thing is sure— it wasn’t like the first kiss.
This is calmer, even if it’s not. His lips in hers, then hers in his. One by one.
His mouth entered hers again, sucking her tongue. Biting her lips, not harsh like before, but controlled. Like he was holding himself and failing at it.
Alex gave him her all, eating him up with that same steady, fast pace.
Low groans. Heavy breaths. Fast pants.
His hand left her hands above, they fell to his back, clasping him there.
Sound of hot kisses filled the bedroom. They didn’t kiss like lovers, they didn’t kiss like enemies either. Just in-between.
Alex broke the kiss, breathing hard. A slim, string of saliva drew thin line between their lips. He looked at her, his Hunter eyes filled with need for more.
Her eyes drowsed.
No hate at that time.
“Where is this going?”she asked.
His Adam apple only moved, staring hungrily at her lips. He leaned to kiss her again but she palmed his chest.
“Damn, Tomboy”he groaned.
“I asked a fúcking question”she snapped.
“I wanna kiss you, I call the shots here”he replied and BAM.
His lips crashed on hers again, kissing her like his life depends on it. He ate her lips, her tongue, even her throat.
At that point, he became obsessed. What’s more beautiful? She matched his pace, his energy, his craves.
“Christ”he grunted in her mouth. She let out a low, savage ‘mhmm’.
“Where do you come from, you stupid witch?”he lifted her off the floor by her waist behind, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms curled around his neck, kissing that spot.
His shirt and pants on her literally sink her in.
“From your wildest dreams,”she replied, her lips cupped that spot she kissed, grazing it.
He walked that way to his reading desk, harshly throwing her on it.
“Fool,”she muttered.
“Kissing a fool? Pathetic”he whispered and kissed her obsessively, heaven knows he’s suddenly obsessed with her lips.
Those tempting, wicked lips.
His palms grasped the edge of the desk, caging her legs in the middle. The more he kissed her, the more his hands tightened on that desk, the more he wants her lips. Her whole mouth.
She kissed him crazily, roughly pulling his hair from behind, wetting her fingers with his hair.
Her lips broke away, landing on his sharp jaw, teasing that spot.
Then to his neck, biting and sucking.
“füç?,”he held her head from behind, groaning softly.
“This is just extra”she whispered, licked that spot and kissed his Adam apple.
“füç? you,”he shook.
“Motherfúcker,”she replied.
He pushed her head away, claiming her lips again. Her life.
*
“Thanks cutie pie,”Winter touched Dennis’ cheeks, he brought her hand down, masking his feelings.
“What? I can’t touch my best friend’s cheeks?”she pouted.
“No jokes Win, get going so you’re gon’ return to the orphanage early”he said.
“Fine. Thanks for walking me… though it’s not very far”she scoffed, he chuckled touching her cheeks.
He caressed them.
“You’re touching my cheeks but I can’t? Not fair!”she snapped.
He laughed sweetly and rubbed them.
“Your cheeks are cute”he whispered.
“Cheeks are cute? Gross”she laughed.
“They are. You cheeks in particular,”he whispered again.
“Crazy bestie. Go back to the orphanage”she hit him playfully.
He smiled and left her, waving her. She waved back and ran away.
Dennis dropped his hand, his eyes went down hopelessly.
“Bestie? You still see us as besties, Win?”he muttered.
“Dude, you a thing for Winter?”Noah asked beside him. He jerked.
“How… what are you doing here?”Dennis jerked.
“Here’s the pavement for every man. Ah guh walk where ah want”Noah replied, stucking his hands in his pockets.
Dennis rolled his eyes and looked back at Winter who slowly disappeared from his sight.
“Man, you no good for her.”Noah followed his gaze.
“What do you mean?”Dennis attacked.
“Calm, I ain’t no opp. Just saying… you gotta competitor, a missy”Noah shrugged. Dennis looked at him.
•Ken and Ben’s Restaurant•
“Your daughter isn’t mad at you anymore, that doesn’t mean you won’t tell her the truth”Amanda snapped in a whisper, collecting the tray of food from Christy.
“Amanda, you won’t…”Christy whispered back but Amanda already walked out.
She sighed and cleaned her hands, pulling off her cap. She walked to the store, doing some little cleaning.
A few moments later, Amanda joined her, body-gumming her.
“What do you say?”she asked.
“I’m… I’m just scared”Christy replied with her eyes on her little cleaning napkin.
“You’re scared? You’re in New York baby, Alex is gonna find out whatsoever and if she finds out herself, she won’t forgive you”Amanda explained.
Christy looked at her.
“What if I tell her now and she leaves me? I can’t watch her her leave me. I love her so much and I might…”she tried explaining.
“Who says she’s leaving you? Tell her before it gets too late”Amanda said, she walked to another spot to clean since others trooped in.
“Today was hectic!”a lady groaned.
Christy got on with her work quietly.
What if Alex hears the truth from her and packs her things, moving out of the house without looking back?
Christy shook her head vigorously. That thought gave her goosebumps on her skin.
Her eyes met with Amanda. The lady mouthed.
“Tell her,”
•Rhapsody’s Home~Bedroom•
Winter isn’t in her working uniform, she’s on a couch, facing Rhapsody who’s on her bed.
Winter just told her a little history— the one she remembered.
“You were taken to the orphanage at age two. I’m really sorry, like what if you weren’t found earlier? You’d have caught much cold and… I’m not thinking about the rest. Thank gawd you found a home”Rhapsody said.
“Hmm, sixteen years at the orphanage. I’m working now so I’ll support myself and Dennis to college. When you graduate from high school, the orphanage literally abandons you, yunno? And working is a risk, I mustn’t be caught. Dennis advised me not to but I’m just scared luck won’t be on us for scholarship to college… so here am I”Winter shrugged.
“Scholarship or not, you’re attending Stars College”Rhapsody said.
“I hope,”Winter replied.
Rhapsody raised her bourbon bottle and frowned.
Empty.
“I can get another for you, you’re obsessed with that”Winter stood up.
“You don’t have to,”Rhapsody’s eyes followed her.
“Boss, I’m…”
“It’s Rhapsody”Rhapsody butt in.
Winter looked at her and blinked twice.
“What?”
“The boss thingy stuff, it’s annoying. Just call me by name, we’re classmates”Rhapsody replied.
“Ok, Rhapsody,”Winter smiled. She walked to the door.
“Sierra?”Rhapsody called.
She turned back.
“I…”Rhapsody cleared her throat.
Winter nodded.
“Would you like…”
“Like?”Winter asked.
“Like to…”Rhapsody looked at her.
Winter squinted in confusion, she waited for Rhapsody’s words. Nothing came out, instead Rhapsody stood up, she walked to her.
She got close to her, Winter moved back immediately.
Her lower back met the large reading table and she quickly held it for balance.
“Rhap…”she stopped talking when a pop sound landed on her soft lips.
She gasped.
Rhapsody just did what? Kissed her!
Winter ran mad mentally. She pushed Rhapsody away, the latter staggered, looking at her with a little glimpse of emotion in her eyes.
Winter moved away from that spot, running to the door.
“Don’t go out,”Rhapsody said authoritatively.
One thing about the rich, they RULE.
“I wanna go,”Winter said, her hand went to her lips and she immediately felt embarrassed.
Not before Rhapsody but…. Dennis. What’s he gonna tell her? How’s she gonna tell him?
Wait, Rhapsody is really a lesbian.
Rhapsody took a step forward and Winter used the door knob, shutting her eyes.
“Sierra, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have”Rhapsody muttered.
“You’re not sorry! You intentionally kissed me. I’m not a lesbian, I’m straight!”Winter snapped.
That did something strange to Rhapsody. Something odd, yet painful.
“I’m…”she muttered. Winter’s phone buzzed and she took it out.
“It’s one hour already. I can leave, boss”she said and opened the door, she didn’t bother locking it. She ran.
Rhapsody clenched her fists slowly as she heard Winter’s steps trailing sounds.
She walked to her phone, picking it with shaky hands. She dialled a line.
“Hello, boss lady?”a male’s voice was heard in the other line.
“I need you to deliver that huge package to Halcyon Orphanage— to Winter Sierra Davis tomorrow”she said.
“Yes boss,”he replied. She hung up, tossing the phone aside.
She ran her hand in her hair, breathing hard.
This feeling, it didn’t started now. The deep crush started in sophomore class.
Now, it’s more than a crush.
•Midnight•
“Sharmer King, we found out the impersonator is a girl. She rescued Eric Grande, calling herself the Sharmer King,”someone in a balaclava mask reported to another one who’s on a throne-like chair.
The boss smoked kreket which was beside him with the pipe, through his mask.
“I’m not against her being a savior, but claiming to be me? Why’d she call herself the Sharmer King, a girl?”he chuckled, pouring heavy smoke out of her mouth.
“Did you bring her?”he asked.
“Yes Sharmer King”the first man replied.
Two other masked members walked in with Alex, pulling her like a trash.
Blood mixed with sweat filled her body, soaking her cloth.
She looks beaten and tortured but still, she smirked.
“I gave myself The Sharmer King. If you’re what I created, then suck your freaking dick coz I’m not changing my name!”she glared.
“Ohh, feisty”the male Sharmer King laughed. His smoke curled out of his mouth, blowing all over her face.
“Jesus Christ!”Alex woke up, sweating real hard.
She sighed and checked her phone.
“12:45am, seriously? After kissing the jerk, I’m dreaming about two Sharmer Kings, what next?”she chuckled, rubbing her rose tattoo on her neck.
She’s gonna do the real deal now.
It’s said that Eric Grande knows the Sharmer King has something on which he’ll recognize the Sharmer King as.
Alex can still go around pickpocketing with her tattoo, since no one knows what Eric knows.
But now, she’s gonna pickpocket in mask.
She thought of that and fell back on her bed, resuming her sleep.
•Morning~Stars High•
The morning screams had come and go.
Go? Girls still screamed Eric and Derek’s name.
Andrea’s name is heard silently too.
Alex walked to her locker, imputing her passcode. Her Airpods are clung in her ears, she’s talking with Andrea.
Rhapsody and Cathy aren’t in school, she doesn’t know why and their numbers are not connecting, she’s talking to Andrea through call, since he wouldn’t wanna talk in class.
Later, she’ll visit her two female best friends.
She opened her locker only for someone to slam it back close.
At first, she widened her eyes but seeing him, she scoffed, hanging up the call with Andrea.
“I pushed you off yesterday and left, why? I regretted kissing you that long”she said.
No one was there at that time, just them both.
“I wasn’t satisfied, Tomboy”Eric replied, his eyes on a novel. His face is covered with that book.
His eyes ran through the book, flipping to the next page. He didn’t spare her a glance.
“So what?”she snarled.
“Let’s continue from where we stopped”he brought the book down.
Whoa, his hair is colored red this time. It fits him perfectly.
“Nah,”she replied.
He slammed the book on her chest and she took it, blinking as she read the title on the back cover.
“Steamy Kisses? What the fúck?”she rolled her eyes back at him.
“I spent my night reading that, now I wanna take classes on that. You’re my Kissmate, so I’ll practice on you”he replied.
“Are you…”his lips was on her, she swallowed whatever she wanted to say.
Those remaining words should füç? off.
They’re not necessary.
The book slipped from her hand to the floor and she shamelessly kissed him back.
Truly, he read that fúcking book.
New ways, new crazy teases. New sweet moves.
Fawk.
“Look, just kiss me. Nothing else!”she warned when it got to steamy.
“Teasing, touching, tackling?”he asked, she punched him.
He caught that fist in an inpatient groan, licking her lips before kissing her again.
His hands went to her waist behind, grabbing her closely, his other hand rubbed her wrist.
His tongue entered her throat, choking her in there.
She let out a breathless, shaky, shameless moan.
Eric’s eyes snapped opened, it didn’t last, he shut them back, deepening the kiss.
Her back banged on the locker, ‘authentication failed’ showed on most of the locker screens.
They didn’t care. The kiss was hate and mixed with something they didn’t understand.
Eric’s hand left her wrist, going to her arse. Her hand went into his red hair, getting buried in it. The other hand, rubbed his back.
He grunted shakily in her mouth as his hand grasped her arse softly.
A ???y, sinful head turning moan evaded her lips.
“Erico… füç?…”
TBC…
