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college, a place of learning and maturing, or as Elle Jenkins sees it, a sex fuelled, drug taking, fire starting disaster waiting to happen.
"burn in hell James Cook."
please give this story a go, i actually tried this time.
Just as I was pulling my black chunky boots on, Cook had sent me a message saying he was in Fred's shed with JJ, asking me to come along to meet them all. i'd had time to sort my head out and decided enough was enough and to just say "fuck it". For Chris.
I'd walked straight to the shed door, i didn't feel the need to knock, although i wish i had.
"after all that excitement i fancy a spunk. you coming, eff? you soon will be." before i open the door i wait, unsure why, but i wait. "i'd sooner fuck JJ" his laugh comes to a hault, and so does my anticipation. whatever JJ blurts out is completely disregarded from my brain instantly. i'm shocked. extremely shocked. Cook explains himself, not that he needed to. i'm frustrated more than angry. when will he fucking make his mind up. Slag life isn't for everyone, but i can tell you one thing. it's definitely for him. i don't even wait to here what anyone else has to say. i rake through my bag and flip my shitty little phone open. i storm out of the garden typing as quickly as i can.
"make your fucking mind up you stupid little tosser. don't think you can come anywhere near me until you sort your fucking priorities out you discoloured dick stain."
i delete the message from the keyboard.
"we need to talk" sent. "omw princess"
i've stormed myself all the way to my front door. i pull my top off and undo my pants changing into my pyjamas.
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as soon say my pants are pulled up there's three loud knocks at my door. i purposely take my time going down the stairs. passing the large mirror at the front door, i see my smudged makeup from not even an hour ago. the eyeliner has traveled far down my face and my lipstick is completely gone. usually i would care to look presentable, but when it comes to the situation, i don't give a fuck.
i swing the door open, my mood plastered across my face. "you took your time sweetheart, i don't like waiting." i say nothing. it takes a lot but i say nothing. stepping aside i let James into my house, leading him upstairs into my room. "i like where this is going" "well i don't. what the fuck was that at fred's shed? fuck everything that happened today then, eh? are you slightly brain dead? do you know how to fucking function in a normal manner?" i let my anger get the best of me. "calm down el, it's banter." "if that's all you've got to say then you can-" my words are cut short from James lips on mine. Before i can even protest he separates away from me. "el" for the first time since i've known him, i see some form of vulnerability in James. "el please. please just listen. i don't know what it is, but i, i just really like you. it's not like it's been before, it's different. it's different with you princess."
i don't say anything. i don't want to say anything. i let the moment sit for a minute. i let myself process things in real time. "how can i trust you?" he doesn't answer. he just holds me tightly, his arms snaked around by back, his grip loose.
