Up close, his toned body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. Blood was dripping down his nose, leaking into his mouth. His white teeth were coated with the dark red consistency.
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Celeste Warren
"Where the fuck have you been?!"
I flinched at the loudness of Jocelyn's familiar voice. Jocelyn hardly ever got angry, so hearing her like this was unsettling, to say the least.
"I was—"
"Are you kidding? Do you know how worried I've fucking been? You didn't even tell me where you were going!" I stood there taking it as she just yelled at me. "Come the fuck on, you know better." She said calmer that time.
"I was with Harry, I'm sorry— he came over to talk at like three and then we went on a drive," I explained to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you would wake up." I apologized sincerely. I know how worried Jocelyn gets about things, and I began to feel bad. I should've told her.
"You didn't even leave a note."
"I know, Joc, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to leave, and it was quick, and I just— I don't know. I don't even have an explanation. I'm sorry." I said to her. She stared at me with an expression I couldn't figure out.
"It's okay," she finally said. "Just.. leave a note, or send a text next time," She told me. I nodded my head, walking towards her. I wrapped my arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. "I just worry."
"I know. I get it. Won't do it again." I pulled away from her.
"So....."
"So...." I repeated.
"How was it?!" she exclaimed. I chuckled, shaking my head.
"It was weird..."I told her. "he texted me—don't know how he got my number—and told me to go outside, and I did. So he asked why I was like flirting with Zayn right in front of him and asked if I was trying to steal his friends and stuff. Then randomly he asked if I wanted to go on a drive, so I said yes. Then we drove around, and went to the gas station. Random man touched me and Harry got so mad and I had to convince him not to go inside," I explained everything to her. "And we like the same music!"
"The same music!" she exclaimed, gasping dramatically and sarcastically. "That's crazy."
"Hey!" I said, offended. "You know how I am."
Whenever I was thinking of trying with somebody, I always had to make sure that we liked the same music. The one thing I've always lived by, is that I'd never date someone who does not like the same music as I do. It makes everything difficult. Imagine you're in the car and you play your favorite song, then your significant other starts talking shit on it. I think I would cry and break up with them immediately.
With that being said, I've never had a relationship. I've tried and tried to find somebody that I liked, and I thought I did—many times. Whenever I got close to them, though, I found out I never really liked them. It wasn't like I hated opening up to people or that I had trust issues—I didn't really. That was also one of my big issues. I trust people way too easily. Being a hopeless romantic and not ever being in a relationship are two things that don't mix.
