Sincerely, Jessie

Rainy day... Continued

I've known Matt for the majority of my life. We started off as neighbors when we were 10 years old. Every girl that I know gushes over Matt. On the other hand, I just cannot see the things that they see in him.

A question that is commonly asked is: "What made you two separate?" Well, the answer to that is, his parents stayed married and filthy rich, while my parents divorced and split the profits evenly. I cannot sit here and avoid being truth as to why I have a hidden jealousy towards him. He's still rich and I went into a middle class neighborhood because my parents couldn't stop fighting.

"Well, it was nice to see you Matt." I said.

"It was nice to see you too Amanda." He said.

As I began to walk away, I noticed a hard grip around my waist.

"So... I can't get a hug before we go our separate ways?" he asked with smirk on his face.

I couldn't do anything but let out a nervous chuckle and look to the side. He would not let go of my waist until I hugged him back. As we were hugging I started to notice that there was air from the ground blowing my skirt up. Matt slowly slides his hands down my waist making his way down. I quickly gasped and pushed myself off him. He snatches me up by gripping onto the top of my thighs so that he could hold my skirt down.

"Calm down, and hug me." He spoke.

Matt has always been such a dominate guy without even trying. Every time he says something, I follow; You'd think that there was something happening between us again.

He grips the bottom of my chin gently while slightly turning my head to the side.

" You're still a dork." He whispers into my ear.

"So-so are you." I said with a stutter.

I felt his hands slowly releasing form my thighs, finger-by-finger. I felt his stares as I slowly walked away. I am just trying to fathom what just happened. I can no longer follow any scents in the air because now Matt's scent is attached to me more than the skin on my body.

As I am walking home, I can hear my moans from 3 years ago flash into my head. I can still hear Matt grunting and telling me that I am a good girl for "taking it." I can still feel his sweat dripping onto my forehead as he's breathing heavy.

"Oh no! My hair!" A lady yells across the street from me. As she's yelling, I swear I can feel his sweat dripping onto me. I look up in sky as I'm imagining these things and realize that it's raining.