Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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"Open your mouth!"
I open my lips and he slides a fine brush in. When the hairs tickle my tongue he withdraws it and moistens the crimson red of the palette. The colored liquid clings to the fine hairs which then rest on the white sheet. I find the method disgusting but I admit that the result is magnificent. Charly scratches his chin while observing the piece of paper, pensive like a painter in front of his future masterpiece. Except that he can hardly draw a circle. Then the blond boy puts the paper under my nose and shows a satisfied smile.
"Let's take it!" he says.
" I should have come to buy my art material by myself."
The remark earns me a punch in the shoulder, and I can tell you there's nothing light about it. Ever since he signed up for pole dancing, my best friend has had impressive confidence and strength. I thought he would spend his time spinning on the bar with his spindly arms, but, it's done his abs and pecs. Maybe I should get into it too. It wouldn't hurt my little tummy. You'd have to stop chasing packets of chips in front of Netflix, my conscience scolds me. But I don't listen to it. I am capable of many things when I want to.
"So what about your weekend, Chacha?"
A long sigh. I understand that something didn't go as planned and I feel bad for him. Charly says he works on Saturdays, but he always gets seduced by a guy who makes his head spin for two days. They go from one bar to another and even end up in my apartment, snogging until the wee hours. I pretend not to hear them for the sake of my sanity. With so many hot guys, chiseled abs and pink lips, it's enough to make you crazy...and jealous. Especially when I see them strutting around in the morning. I would almost drop my coffee cup. But, this time, nothing.
"Hum...I had a bad night," he says.
"Why?"
"I played the psychologist with a guy...Mommy issues."
"Ouch."
Usually I'm the one who has bad luck with guys. Either I get too invested in the relationship or I dump all my insecurities on them. When they just want to fuck and get out. Then I call Charly who comes to comfort me. He's an angel, always there to watch over me. That's why I let him stay at my place, without paying the rent. Our five years of friendship are my best investment.
The second one will be the watercolor palette I'm going to buy. I'm taking art classes in college. I don't know what I'm going for yet but I'd like to find out. Maybe do a career in design, I'd see. I'm only in my second year, I still have time.
For now, I'll have to buy the pallet that Charly inaugurated without permission. Otherwise we'll have a hard time with the security guard. I see his dark look from here and smile nervously at him. Then I take the pallet and pull Charly by the arm to the cash register.
"Jess, calm down!"
"Charly I'm not going to die tonight. I have three episodes of my k-dramas to finish."
