☆ E Z R A ☆
My favourite thing in the world is kissing her. I've decided that and it won't change.
But I dont think that will happen again, ever.
I did a big dumb mistake. This isn't fucking fair, I always make mistakes. Always.
This is the one I regret the most though, telling her that telling her I don't do dates or that I'm not ready, because even though I dont do it, for her I'd do it.
I need to talk to her and tell her how much she means to me but it won't work if she's spending time with Samuel, or if she's avoiding me.
I miss talking to her. I miss kissing her. I miss her.
Theo told me they both went out last night to the arcade. I don't know what they talked about since he didn't tell me.
Miles wanted to go out tonight with everyone to a fancy restaurant. I wasn't planning on going, but Azora will be there, so I can talk to her. Or I can try to.
I've been at practice all day since the match is approaching, few more weeks.
Its the 15th of September, so one more month.
I cant focus on anything other than her. It isn't exactly great when half of her classes are with me.
But then she sits far away from me with Samuel.
I want to kick him out.
Get a fucking grip.
I groan and throw my phone on my bed. What have I become?
Its 4.30PM, and we're supposed to be heading out at around 5.30PM.
I look at the group chat since my phone is blowing up.
Daddies
Azalea: what time are we heading out?
Theo: bro, I told you like a hundred times, 5.30!
Azalea: sorry I don't listen when you talk.
Theo: and you ask me why your mom left you.
Azalea: she didn't have a choice...?
Theo: stfu, please.
Azalea: yours had a choice though, but she still left.
Theo: what is it with you all and my mom? She's gone what is there to talk about?
Miles: the fact that she left you?
Theo: kill yourself, id be so happy id be dancing on top of your casket.
Miles: you aren't invited.
I roll my eyes and turn off my phone.
I decide to take a shower.
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An hour later im ready, in a black button up, few of the buttons open, black pants, rings and shoes.
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