Poison in my veins (BoyxBoy)

never again

JJ•

I lean my head against the cold window,finger tip drawing circles and squares and other shapes.

The cars silent,not exactly a bad thing honestly.

Since our mini make out session 2 days ago we haven't really talked,not really sure what to say.

He didn't like it.

I know he didn't.

That's why he pulled away,why else would he?

I would say he seemed to be enjoying it but the more I think of it the more it seems like he was just doing what I wanted,what I liked.

I was the one who moaned loud and asked for more,asked him not to stop as he bit down on spots that had me seeing stars dancing above me.

He didn't really do anything except pleasure me.

Maybe he wasn't into it,only doing it cause I wanted him to,asked him to.

The thoughts makes my heart drop,too saddened to stay in it's proper place in my chest.

After him being silent for 2 days,only speaking small words to me whenever I tried to spark up a conversation it made the truth hit me and hit me hard.

He doesn't like me that way.

That must be it,right?

No big deal I told myself.

Don't lie my heart whispered.

*next day*

"What'll it be sweetheart?"

The lady who smells like mothballs and bacon frowns down at me,her eyes saying she's way passed her shift time and she wants to go home and sleep for a couple days.

I glance over the menu,nothing really appealing to my eyes cause nothing will be as sweet as the lips of the boy who's sitting across from me.

Can I have his lips to go?

The words tickle my tongue,begging to be spilled over the black table with scratches saying words that shouldn't be said in a small dinner called Heaven on Earth.

She sighs and I kinda feel bad for making her wait on me,she looks tired and the way she's holding her back says she's been standing for way too long.

She taps her pen across the notepad she's holding,bright pink nail polish chipped on the sides.

He suddenly turns and I can imagine the glare In His eyes when he says in an annoyed tone

"Can we get another waitress?"

She doesn't seemed phased,staring like he's nothing to her as she taps her pen again.

I open my mouth but his jaw clenches and she seems spooked for some odd reason,eyes widening slightly as she turns to scurry to the kitchen where another waitress waits.

I glance at him and smirk slightly.

"Impatient,aren't we bad boy?"

I tease,hoping for a smile or a smirk or some form of emotion.

Slight shrug is all I get and it only makes me sad inside,frowning down at the black table which matches my mood currently.

Another waitress comes hurrying from the kitchen,pen pulling from her hair as she rushes to serve us.

"What can I get you?"

Her soft accent doesn't match her tall shape,taller than the bad boy sitting across from me.