he gazed at me for too long
he had his hand on my back for too long
sweaty and working himself up
it was disgusting
he had a look that sent cold and uncomfortable chills throughout my body
as i sulked to the kitchen on a tuesday evening
paul was standing there by the fridge with a look of mischief
as if he were waiting for me to be in his presence
it was a bad day to wear such sort pants around him,
it was always a bad day wear revealing garments around him
with a sly grin
a mouth full of questions he already knew the answer to
one question slipped out
"are you going anywhere dressed like that?"
he was drunk and i couldn't look at him
it disgusted me to the core and i didn't respond
"no"
as he slowly stepped to my side of the kitchen, his eyes scanned my body
looks of lust
i quickly turned away
quick steps back to my bedroom
a late night snack isn't worth it
a late night snack isn't worth it
YOU ARE READING
the missing pieces
No Ficciónaurora is a jaded loner who begins a dangerous infatuation with a charming, obsessive, and popular classmate • told in the form of short vignettes and poetry
