The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
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♛Aaron♕ Heavyfrom sleep, I force my eyes to open and look down to see Elizabeth lying comfortably on my chest. The movie credits are playing on my TV; I find the remote and switch it off.
It's while I'm rubbing the sleep out of my eyes that I remember everything: the kiss, studying, the movie, and her passing out with me. I can't believe I got as much as a kiss from her.
That's one thing I was not expecting.
I give myself a mental pat on the back for achieving such a thing, and I can't believe how much I enjoyed it. I loved the way her nails dug into my skin; Elizabeth is so effortlessly sexy, and I don't even think she knows it.
I seen her before and thought she was cute, but never talked to her because of how quiet she is. The quiet ones are always the crazy ones, according to Matt, but it turns out that Elizabeth is kinda cool- in a nerdy way.
Her voice is so sweet and soft- she's not loud and obnoxious. Elizabeth could cuss me out and damn me to hell, but because she's so gentle and calm, I wouldn't even notice. She also speaks eloquently and with sophistication, contrary to what I hear at school. I feel like I need to carry a dictionary around to have a proper conversation with her and that's saying something. I skip school sometimes, but my momma ain't raise a dumbáss.
Even the way Elizabeth dresses; she's not the type to pay attention to what's trending or worry about her next weave. She wears her natural hair, doesn't get her nails done and paints them herself. She doesn't care. I ain't seen something like that in a long time. That's something special that I really like about her.
And she is damn fine underneath those clothes, so that's a plus.
At first, I was planning to seek out Tracy Wong- a brainy (yet stubborn) Asian girl who sat two seats behind me in class. But when Elizabeth offered to be my tutor, I don't think I've ever been happier. And when she started walking away, I couldn't stop my eyes from looking; I saw that fat áss and started to wonder if the girl had gag reflexes- she could speak French between my legs.
Elizabeth shifts slightly, resting her warm hand on the crook of my neck. Her curly hair was sprawled across my chest and sticking up crazy in different directions. It's a mess, but somehow I find her flawless. From her soft, pink lips, to her mesmerizing brown eyes. She's done something to me; I never feel cheesy, feminine shít when I kiss girls. Or watch them sleep. Usually it's just sex. No strings attached.
My phone buzzes and I read the message from Matt.
Pendejo: You training for the fight on wednesday? we needa talk asap
I have a match a little over a week from now. My opponent is Caleb Fraser. But don't let the stupid name fool you. He ain't a sweet, friendly white boy who writes 'you're beautiful' on coffee cups. Caleb is a large man who looks like he eats, sleeps and breathes the public gym. He's well-built and might be intimidating to every man out in the world but me.
