UNDER THE PROCESS OF BEING RE-WRITTEN!!
Neveah and Azure.
The two had known one another since high-school. To Neveah, she was was someone she wanted to avoid; someone to forget.
For Azure, she was a second chance. Someone that she could prove hers...
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AZURE MOORE WORD COUNT: 3793 WORDS
A/N: I described Azure before I picked out a picture, so you may not like it or anything but this photo was one of the only good ones I found on pinterest 😭
A/N 2: This was so fun to write. The reading, not so much. If it's this much just for Azure's pov, then the sex chapter is going to give me hell.
ENJOY!
Mine.
Neveah was mine. Everything about her was mine. There wasn't anything about her that wasn't. Her wins, her challenges. Voice, face, and god; her beautiful and stunning body. Her personality. They were all mine.
Amir had dragged me along to a party at the frat house. Some guy we both knew decided to throw a party for a celebration. I had forgotten the actual reason, but all I knew was that he had invited us.
Amir told me that Zora was coming. I had been excited for it. I was glad that Zora came. Not for Zora specifically; but I knew that if Zora came, then that most likely meant that Neveah was coming. When I heard about it, my ears had perked. I knew she would be wearing something beautiful.
When I saw Zora leading Neveah towards the car, it was like time had stopped. My breath had hitched. There Neveah was, dressed gorgeously from head to toe. She had on a green dress that had stopped at her thigh. She had on matching heels that just made her look so much better.
I know how she feels about me. She hates me, and sometimes I hate her. Key word is sometimes. Other times, I just act like I hate her. I know I shouldn't do it, I should act like I'm nice to her; but sometimes, you have to do what you have to in order to be around somebody.
In this case, that was the reason. I don't want to be mean to Neveah, but she's mean to me, so I have to return the favor. I wanted so, so bad to go up to her; to kiss her all over and praise the way she looks. I wanted to converse and involve myself with her, and surround her with me and my scent.
She had walked over. I was completely mesmerized. She looked stunning. I stood there, watching her. I was in a good mood. Well, was in a good mood. That had been until I saw Isaiah.
I never liked him. In fact, I hated him. I knew him before from when I hung around the cheerleaders. He was the type of guy that didn't take no for an answer. If you reject him, he would just try to wear you down so you would agree.
As much as I love or hate Neveah, I wasn't going to let that happen. I saw him kiss her hand, placing a kiss onto it. I heard him call her beautiful. I saw the way he made her smile. That giggle. The giggle I grown to love was being given towards someone that didn't need it, that didn't deserve it.
I didn't deserve it either myself, especially the way I treat Neveah sometimes; but that doesn't mean she should be letting other people hear it. She doesn't know his intentions. She doesn't know how bad of a person he is.
