Zayn
Stella.
Stella.
Stella.
Stella.
Stella.
It's befitting to my temperament to think about someone for so long. I have gone through fucking hell and back, fucked every girl in sight to getting this god forsaken woman out of my system yet I continue to get shit-faced and still her lips find their way back to my fantasies.
The first day after the party, I went out of my fucking mind thinking of fucking Stella. Getting high and out of my senses was the only option to save me from fucking killing, so I called Brian at lunchtime. He came over, we smoked all types of shit for as long as I can remember. I passed out for 7 fucking hours straight and then got drunk as a skunk and while awake I had the most sex I've ever had in my entire life. So, summed up, the last three days of my life were fucking balls.
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Stella
It's been four days, Maya and me found ourselves watching a horror movie at my apartment. Huddled together in a blanket, we both scream dreadfully as the spirit appears on the television. Maya points behind me and shrieks, my eyes instantly close shut and a wail leaves my mouth. She starts cackling, "Got you."
"Not funny." I cross my arms over my chest in utter annoyance and face away from Maya. A few seconds later her phone pings, Maya grabs it from under the covers and unlocks it. She looks at the screen for a few seconds amusingly, a slight smirk appears at the ends of the mouth.
She flashes her phone in my direction. There is a video of her strip dancing on the counter from a few days ago. We both crack into laughter, drunk Maya is surely not very calculable with her moves.
We watch the video again just to get a few more laughs out of each other, that's when I notice him. He is walking towards the couch I was seated on in the video, the camera just catches a glimpse of him but enough for me to be sure it's him. I point at his profile in the video, "Who's he?" I cringe at how I almost kissed him but didn't know his name. I really hope Maya knows him.
"Oh him. He's boring and grumpy as fuck, likes to fuck every girl he sees. The type to stay away from." She casually states. Only if she knew I already know that about him and still can't manage to stay away.
"No, I mean- What's his name?" My curiosity is seeping through the words as they leave my mouth, but Maya is too distracted to notice my interest in this guy. The suspense of it all eating away at me.
"Zayn. Zayn Giovanni." Wow. "He owns that house," she points towards her screen, "belongs to a filthy rich family." Woah. Damn. He's not who I imagined. He almost knocked out my breath. Almost.
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
