(Messy plot)
(4/5 plot holes, maybe more)
𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 -
My hands dig into his shoulders, adjusting to the size of him inside of me. He gives me a few seconds, to him it probably felt like hours. Then he's moving, slowly at first. Our breath hits...
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𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐖: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱
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Talk. He wanted to talk.
Was this it? Was this about the hefty secret everyone has tried so hard to avoid talking about?
After me and Westins conversation School almost seemed to pass by slower than usual making me extremely aggravated, Having to sit in class with this eerie feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't stop myself from biting my nails down in nervousness making the faint blue polish chip.
That brings us here, me sitting in my uber starring out of the window at Westins huge house. The dude was loaded, cars lined up in the driveway. Clear glass on distinct parts of the house giving it a more modern look. "Hey, kid are you gonna get out or not?" The Uber driver turned back to face me with an annoyed expression.
It's now or never, nodding I exit the Uber. The man doesn't hesitate to drive off leaving me to my doom. I walk up to the porch before ringing the doorbell. My fingers brush against my denim jeans making them burn from the fresh irritated red skin.
Before I know it the door is being pulled open, Westin face comes into view. He looked the same. Same fluffy hair, same sharp jaw, same hard eyes. "Hey, um come on in" he opens the door wider allowing me in. White furniture was pleaded around the living room along with a flats screen tv, although vases and sculptures sit around decorating the house I couldn't help but feel...cold. Everything was spaced out glass windows almost covering each wall. Westin faces me "Let's head upstairs" nodding I follow him up the white steps
We pass by many doors before stopping. Blue walls cover the room along with posters of anime's, cars, and basketball players. It's surprisingly clean. Westin gestures for me to sit on the edge of his bed, he joins me. We sit in silence for a while the awkwardness setting in.
