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IF LOVING YOU WAS A CRIME
A MARTHA AND MARY-LOUISE REWIND
BY JESSICA DURU

























































When two teens, Martha and Mary Louise meet, they go on crazy adventures together and land in a big mess. What will happen when Martha’s parents find out and ban her from seeing Mary?





























CHAPTER ONE

I walked with my headset on my neck, enjoying the morning rays. The air smelled nice and made me sniff. Mom’s burnt bread drifted into my nose, knocking out the smell. It made me cringe, and at the same time made me stand. Mary called to me from the fence, and I turned. She waved and smiled, as I walked toward her. Her hair was tied in a bun, showing her oval face well. It twitched as her brows moved.
“Helloooo—” she said. She was our new neighbour and had packed in the previous day.
I returned her greetings with a smile and asked her if she was doing well.
She replied with a nod. “Yes. How about you?” she asked.
I nodded my head to show I was doing alright, complimenting with a smile.
“Are you always smiling even when no one is?” she asked.
I took her question as one so rude, then scoffed and walked away.
Dad asked me who made me angry when I came in. I mumbled a ‘nobody’ and went upstairs.


MARY

Oh no. What did I do? I thought, frightened, regretting what I had said. I mounted the swing, not at ease, gently holding the ropes. Mom appeared from the house, holding a tray, the things on it placed.
“Thought I should bring your favourite chocolate,” she said.
“Mom, you shouldn’t have,” I frowned.
She dropped the tray on the grass and sat down beside it.
“I see you’re loving this place, huh?”
“Hm. Not really,” I shook my head.
She took a sip and handed the mug over to me. “Here,”
“Mom, you really shouldn’t have worried,” I felt reluctant to take it as she urged me.
“I just felt you wanted choco...”
“Or you only wanted to check on me,” I shrugged. “I’m okay, as you can see, but not loving the neighbourhood.” I looked away.
“What about the neighbours? Do you hate them too?”
“Yes!” I quickly regretted affirming that. “The new neighbours,” I started. ”…haven’t met them yet,” I lied. The three I had seen the night before, and one… just today. She seemed very nice at first but had given me a wrong impression when she walked out on me.
“Baby…?
“No, I don’t hate them,” I said with my head bowed. “It’s just that, how am I going to fit in?” I felt sad. Mom’s job was demanding, so it had us move. From Texas to California, and from California to LA. Her job didn’t give us much choice but to go several places.
“You will fit in just right, honey,” Mom said. “You just have to make new friends. Martha’s nice, by the way. I met her yesterday.”
“Mom, not her,” I whined. “She doesn’t seem very nice, so I don’t think we can be friends.”
“You just have to start somewhere, honey. And, then get to know her—“
A knock on the door alerted us. It came from the front. “I wonder who’s knocking,” Mom said. She got up from the ground and went inside.
I rose from the swing, anxious to know who was at the door. I met the rude girl talking with Mom.
“Oh, dearie. We appreciate this. The apple pie smells nice…”
I scoffed. Apple pie, a nice gesture, so fake! I walked to the couch and lay on it.
“Oh, Mrs…”
“Jane. Just call me Jane,” I overheard Mom.
“Yes, Jane,” The girl said. “You don’t have to worry,” she declined Mom’s offer to come in. “I only came to drop the pie. My Mom will be waiting for me.”
Mom said an ‘oh’ and let her be, then she bid her goodbye and shut the door. “She seems very nice,”
“Because she made you an apple pie?”
“You know I love apple pies. Such a coincidence she made me one—”
I agreed.

MARTHA

I made Mary an apple pie, to be frank, but her Mom opened the door. I realized that how I acted wasn’t nice, I wanted to do something good.
“Guess I’ll be seeing her soon,” I said to myself. Beverly High was what lingered in my mind.
Hazel was sitting on our porch when I approached. Her rosy cheeks glistened in the sun. “How long have you been here?” I asked.
“A couple of minutes ago,” she said.
A tingling sensation in my tummy made me cough. My voice cracked as I said, “You’re doing well,”
Her eyes glistened. “And you’re not doing badly yourself,” she smiled.
There was a brief silence after that. It was broken by a cough—Dad’s very own. “Hazel,”
We turned.
“Oh, Mr Hale, a wonderful noon to you,” Hazel greeted.
Dad had known what transpired between us, causing the awkward situation. Hazel and I had broken up, despite our promises to each other. Dad had witnessed the scene that very day when Hazel slammed the door in my face. It was one dreadful day, to be honest, and one I had gotten off my mind.
“Dad, can you please excuse Hazel and me for some minutes,” I needed to talk to her alone.
“Yes. Yes, I can.” Dad left.
It felt awkward being with her after she walked away.
“I see you’ve come back to your senses,” I said, faking a smile.
“Yes. Look, I don’t know how many times I have to apologize so you can have me back, but I’m not backing down,”
“But you left. You left without blinking, Hazel, so why are you saying ‘sorry’?”
“Cause I know I made a mistake. A very big one, Mart. I miss you—“
I could see she did. Or was she lying?
“You think sorry is going to melt my heart? I‘ve long forgiven you, Haze, but I’ve moved on. I am not taking you back, so you can keep your sorry ass to yourself! Do you understand?” I remembered everything… how she walked away.
She rose to her feet and looked down at me, then she sniffed, and looked away. “I made a terrible mistake coming here…”
“Yes, you did!”
She looked back at me and gritted, picked up her purse from the ground and bid me goodbye.
“So Hazel—” I scoffed.
I didn’t see Hazel after that day, and it marked a new beginning. Mary and I met in school, and we became friends after I apologized.
“So, we cool?”
“Yes! Totes cool.”
“You can hang out at my place sometimes, and maybe…”
“Wait!”
“Hm?”
“Your place?”
She seemed like the kind who didn’t love visiting. “Yes. Any prob?”
“Not really,” she shrugged.
”So…?”
“It’s a yes!” she exclaimed.
Mary and I met up after school and I introduced her to Dad. Dad was suspicious at first but didn’t make his reasons known until after she had left. His first words were, “Well, she’s nice... ” Then, “Who is she?”
Pleased to know he thought of her as my girlfriend, I told him she was a friend and I was yet to reel her in.
I could make her a lesbian, don’t you think? A naughty thought crowded my mind. “No, that won’t be nice—” I said aloud.
Dad was staring the whole time, smiling at me. He knew I had some naughty shits going on in my mind, and the said-out thought proved him right.
“That’s the face…”
“What face?” I looked up.
“The face you make when you’ve got something going on in there,” he made a silly face.
“Ew. Dad, that’s gross,” I said. “Aren’t you hanging out with Steve today?” I made to change the subject.

Dad went out with Steve, and I went to Mary’s house. We were talking about school, and how the school bullies were growing by the day. Mary brought up the principal’s daughter and how she was one of them. Cindy, if I wasn’t mistaken. Given such privileged to be the daughter of the second-in-command, the owner of the school’s niece, and head cheerleader.
“Cindy’s proud, I must say,” I said and grouched.
“Yes, she is,” Mary laughed. “Um, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” she stared deeply into my eyes.
The air around us grew hot despite the fan being on.
“It might seem awkward. I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders and shifted.
“It’s okay. You can tell me,” I placed my hand on hers.
“I can’t,” she quickly withdrew.
“But why?”
“Cause I-I—” her words got hooked.
I understood why she was finding it hard to say—could tell she was scared I wasn’t gay.
“Mary? Mary…” Mrs John’s voice came in.
“Mom’s coming,” We said, alarmed. “You can tell me whatever you have in mind later, okay?” I said and smiled.
Mrs John came in and I greeted her. I excused myself and told Mary that I was going to check on her when I was home.
That day I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I thought about her all night too and made up my mind to tell her about how I felt.
That same night I had a dream. I saw myself walking down the aisle, covered in a bloody veil.
The voice I heard that night was Mary’s. She was slowly calling to me and sobbing, her weeping voice almost cracked.
“Rise and shine, sleepy head!” A jolting, ringing voice woke me up. “Isn’t today a special day?”
I opened my eyes to see Mom drawing the curtains.
“Mom?”
“Hi, sweet pea. How are you doing?”
She was there.
Mom had left when I was three but had come back when I was 10. Back then she and my Dad argued all the time. They would fight and be at each other’s throats until they finally divorced.
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
“What are you talking about, baby? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“I am, but—” I stopped.
“You’re afraid your Dad will see me, aren’t you?”
“Well, how’s Lance?” I smiled. A fake one.
“Lance is okay,”
“Oh? Did Dad tell you he’s got a new man?”
She frowned. “What’s my business with your Dad? He and I are LONG OVER!” she emphasized. Mom and Dad were cat and mouse. Of course, they never saw each other eye to eye. “So, any boys?”
“Boys where?” I hurriedly asked. I was sure she knew I was gay.
“Don’t tell me my baby’s still single,” she eyed me.
“Well, your girl’s not a baby anymore so you had better stop.” I shrugged.
The memory of last night came back, and I remembered the veil and the voice that struck me.
Mom was worriedly calling to me, but I wasn’t listening. She dragged me out of my rambled thought and asked me to sit up.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
I twisted my lips. I didn’t want to tell her about my dream but found myself doing that.
“What?”
“That was how it all went,” I said with my arms spread.
She asked me one at a time who Mary was and asked me why I was covered in a bloody veil.
“Martha?” Mary’s voice came in.
“Honey, someone’s here—“ Dad hollered from the stairs.
Mary came in and found Mom and me talking. She smiled warmly at us, and then came to sit beside me.
“Mary, meet my Mom. Mom, Mary.” I introduced.
Mom said hello and gave me a lifted brow. I could tell what she had in mind.
“It’s nice to see you, Mrs Hale…”
I quickly cut in. “Just Mom.”
Mom chuckled and got up from the bed. “So I’ll leave you two to talk,” she threw me a wink as she neared the door.
Mary and I got talking. We chatted about a lot of things.
“So, tell me, who do you have a crush on in our class?”
I gulped.

LUCIANO HILDFREY







Luciano Hildfrey, royal seducer and hot cook have Estella, the daughter of the Fry cook at his feet. Caught by his fancy charms, laid on the first day, Estella gets head over heels and decides to become Ms Slutty Pants for the young master.
























Love me, Luciano. Let me be at your feet…
















The rusty air smelt unpleasant, as I looked to my side and found Mary there. No wonder, I scoffed. I’d almost forgotten my encounter with her; the palace prostitute who everyone knew. She was one of the maids and the driver’s daughter. Oh, how I detested her but loved her honeypot. I was disgusted by the way she snored, hurriedly waking her up. She twisted and yawned softly, and opened her eyes.
“Where am I?”
“Get up!”
“Huh?”
“Are you deaf?” I roared, losing my patience.
“No, young master,” she said and bowed her head.
I got dressed after I’d watched her leave and smiled at the thought of Estella being there. Estella was the fry cook’s daughter; a pretty maiden, tall and fair, with perfect-sized boobs and a booty to match.
“You think we should call her?” A voice rang in my head.
“Shut up, stupid!” Another opposed. “Can’t you see the bedroom isn’t neat yet…?”
“But Estella won’t mind, I’m sure. She craves the young master more than anything—“I leapt at the thought of her craving me. “Estella,” I smiled.
I quickly wore my robes and walked out the door. Downstairs in no time, I couldn’t wait to be near Estella, hastening my steps so I’d reach the kitchen in time.
Estella wasn’t there, but her father was. The fry cook greeted me and I acted nice, asking where Estella was.
“I haven’t seen her since, young master…”
“What do you mean?”
“I sent her on her errand but I haven’t seen her—“
It got me worried. Was Estella missing? It was weird of her to have gone off like that. I feared she wasn’t safe.
“Hi, papa!” A voice jolted me.
Estella, I realized.
I turned as our eyes met. She was frozen, I noticed. But then she relaxed.
“Young Master,” she called me. “Luciano, sorry. “She laughed.
I didn’t smile, walking out of the kitchen, to the courtyard. She ran after me.
“Luciano, are you mad at me?”
I turned to her. “Where were you?”
She stammered. “Wh-where was I?” The question came as a shock to her.
I knew she telling me where she was didn’t matter. Drawing closer to her, I smiled and pulled her warmly into my arms. “Don’t do that again,” I said.
She purred softly.
I led her to my room and laid her on the bed. My chamber was nasty but I didn’t mind, cause Estella was all I wanted.
“Mm-hm—“ I coughed.
“Do you mind telling me what happened here?”
“Nope.”
“Won’t ask further,” she smiled.
I could make out the smile was a fake one and she needed an explanation. ”I’ll have the maids clean it in no time. But first,” I grinned. “You know the drill—“ I smiled seductively.

I ran breathlessly on the lonely road. Someone was chasing me. I hadn’t any idea who it was… or what. All that went on in my mind was to not be caught and be perfectly safe.

The ringing of the bell got me fully awake. I was stretched out on the chair like one who was slain. Tired, beaten by the previous day’s rain, I lay lazily, not wanting to stand, grumbling at the thought of my girlfriend knocking. “Esther!’’

“Yes, it’s me,” I heard her. Her voice was low.

Something in me told me not to open but I disobeyed. I rose to my feet and got the door ajar, as she gave me an eye as though to tell me that she should be let in.

“What do you want?” I mumbled, ignoring her looks. She was magnificent I’d say, though not prettier than the other girls I’ve laid.

“You’re not going to let me in?”

“Come in,” I said, unpleased. She smiled graciously at me.

There was something about her that I couldn’t figure out. The colour of her eyes, perhaps? No, it couldn’t be.

I got distracted a bit by the way she moved her waist. She was wanting me to compliment her looks. “You’re not going to say anything?”

”You’re beautiful.” I forced myself to say.

“Well, aren’t you going to hug me?”

I’m not in the mood, Esther, I wished to say but my words felt stuck.

I found myself wanting to compliment her again, influenced by the r-d. It was already hard, I could feel it. Esther had me come to her and before anyone could say Jack, had me in her.

We f--ked as always. Esther and I. Our lips were glued the whole time, with our hearts beating fast. I didn’t want this. No, I didn’t. I just had to give in, but was it right?

I was in love with another, this couldn’t be right—Esther and I getting in bed, with my mind somewhere else. I know I had to tell her.

“Let’s break up.” I finally said.

“Wh-what? Why?”

“I’m no longer feeling it…”

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LUCIANO HILDFREY







Luciano Hildfrey, royal seducer and hot cook have Estella, the daughter of the Fry cook at his feet. Caught by his fancy charms, laid on the first day, Estella gets head over heels and decides to become Ms Slutty Pants for the young master.
























Love me, Luciano. Let me be at your feet…
















The rusty air smelt unpleasant as I looked to my side and found Mary there. No wonder, I scoffed. I’d almost forgotten my encounter with her; the palace prostitute who everyone knew. She was one of the maids and the driver’s daughter. Oh, how I detested her but loved her honeypot. I was disgusted by the way she snored, hurriedly waking her up. She twisted and yawned softly, then opened her eyes.
“Where am I?”
“Get up!”
“Huh?”
“Are you deaf?” I roared, losing my patience.
“No, young master,” she said and bowed her head.
I got dressed after I’d watched her leave and smiled at the thought of Estella being there. Estella was the fry cook’s daughter; a pretty maiden, tall and fair, with perfect-sized boobs and a booty to match.

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