𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #2
She was addicted to a type of sadness that pulled her deeper into her hole. She changed herself because of her hanging past. He avoided the dark parts of his life, doesn't mean the darkness didn't loom over him.
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BRIANNA
I have no idea what happened back there. My thoughts once again have gone haywire. I kissed Carter, notorious pain in my ass and I liked it. I actually enjoyed it.
"Shit."
"Ms Jackson, I hope you know the answer to the formula on the board." Mr Fraser hands the chalk piece to me. I take it and quickly write down the answer before sitting in my seat again.
I click my pen repeatedly as the train of my thoughts run off trail.
"And refrain from using colorful language in my class or that will be an immediate detention."
"Sorry." I apologize and get back to my work.
Although I keep brushing my lips to feel if it was real, I will never forget the small pull he always did to my lower back, like kissing wasn't enough. He had to feel every inch of me. Carter was one hell of a kisser, but I would never tell him that.
He warned us about this effect. The whole burning thing and I don't blame him. All my life I cared about what other people thought of me because I didn't want to lose them like I did with my dad. It got bad and I lost myself in the process but these few days in my skin have felt incredible, I really love not giving a fuck. It might not be as badass but it's everything I swore not to like. Carter made me fall in love with this part of me, accept it and now he likes it.
But the thing is, I hate him. It's easier that way. Hating him the way he is meant to be hated.
But after the small session we had in the piano room, I knew it was a bad idea before it even happened. Carter told me that we would burn and I believed him. He said bad isn't always good and I believe him. He said alot of things yet when he laid his lips on mine, I couldn't be bothered with everyone else. I couldn't give a shit about whether we were to burn the world down, I just wanted more of his pink plump lips onto mine.
I saw the war he had with himself when we pulled apart and I found my pen in his bag. I saw it and I acted out, I made it seem like I didn't want it. I was there because he wanted it. I couldn't let my feelings show on the surface. I had done that for too long, I'm not going back to the old Bri.
I get back into my work and take my mind off him and the whole situation. I need to focus. School first, Carter the pain in my ass last.
Something small hits me on my head, I turn around to see who threw it. Everyone seems to be fully immersed in their textbooks so I bend down slightly to pick the paper up. I drop my pen on my desk and open up the crumpled piece of paper. I regret not wearing something that will make me warm because Mr Fraser never lets the AC go above 50F and it's always freezing in his class. I glide my hand across my arm and read the crumpled note.
