Song: Michelle - Sir Chloe
"Okay, I think we should go now."
"What?" Cole looked at her, surprised and disoriented at the same time.
"It's been 30 minutes." She said after giving a glance at the time on the car's radio.
His hand was still on her jaw. After he pursed his lips in disagreement, the waved-haired guy kissed Sage's lips, trying to pull her body as close as possible, but with no result since they were in the front seats of the car. For some reason, that felt like Sage's first kiss ever. She could hear anything but her own heartbeat, making her realize she must be in love. His lips were sweet, tender, and soft, just like a perfect chocolate cake she had baked once. She was nervous and wondered if she was going to be able to walk to the beach. Cole bit her bottom lip at the end, making the girl shiver. The smile he drew later was comforting and almost like a releaser of dopamine and oxytocin.
While they walked to the beach, Sage, holding her tote bag, told Cole about the people he was about to know. Her precious smile had disappeared once her eyes met Michelle's and saw them going down to her hand, which was tied with Cole's. She immediately let go of his hand.
Michelle watched her greeting her sister and the others, presenting Cole to them. It wasn't sadness, anger, fear, or disgust. It felt like her heart was burning, and her inside was itching. Michelle, that was still on Anna's lap, with her dead eyes on Sage, felt hopeless, miserable, and like her death was already really close.
"And this is Amelie", Sage pointed to the girl next to Michelle, "and Anna. You already know Michelle." Sage looked at Michelle. She knew what was going on in her head, but she didn't know what else to do about it.
"So... Let's join the others or not?" Cole said, starting to unbutton his shirt.
"Michelle?" Sage finally spoke to her.
"No, not going!" She got up, staring at Cole. "I'll be eating and reading my book."
Sage followed her to a spot next to a blue cool box where they had beer, juice, and ice cream, and landed her sun protection, sitting then in front of her. Michelle spread the cream on her back, massaging it, without saying a single word and with the desire of hugging her, take her away from that boy she didn't trust.
"Thanks!"
"Have fun, Sage." She said, forcing a smile.
Later, Michelle did read her book for some minutes, holding her cigarette while everyone else was swimming, however, she did add alcohol to the party. The music was still playing and some people were leaving the beach. Some minutes had passed and when Michelle realized they were all back, cleaning their bodies, eating the snacks. She was laid on the sand, not caring about her hair, her eyes were closed and her head was hurting. Even though it was almost 2 PM, Michelle was imagining the moonlight, a dark sky with extinct stars.
"Michelle..." She barely heard someone approaching. "Oh my god, Michelle! What happened to your nose?"
She felt two hands lifting her head and then someone's thighs above it. When she opened the tired eyes she could only visualize a figure with pretty well-defined curls.
Lyha? Sage? No... Not Sage... Nia? Fuck, my head...
"What is it?" She said as the person pressed some serviette against her nose.
"Michelle!" Sage slapped her face. "Just fucking open your eyes!" She was getting impatient and tense. Jake approached her with a glass of water that instead of being given to Michelle to drink, was thrown on her face. "Why are you bleeding from your nose??" Her voice sounded breathy. "Can you sit?"
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I Hate My Roommate
Teen Fiction«It felt like things were going back to normal, their balance, the peace between those walls that sooner or later would reach a climax and everything would break into pieces, it would look like the damage is irretrievable and there's no turning back...
