VANESSA
We have been in the woods for approximately 25 minutes and none of us have said anything. After the kiss both of us have been quiet and to be honest it is making me feel extremely nervous.
What if your breath smelled like shit? No... I only drank orange juice.
What if you're a bad kisser? Shut the fuck up.
''Am I a bad kisser?'' I ask keeping my gaze on the lake. We have been sitting on the jetty, besides each other in silence.
''Can we not talk about that right now'' he says with a monotone. Ouch.
I once more distance myself from him and focus on the lake, blood rushes to my nose and eyes while I desperately try to keep the tears from falling. We are not crying over a guy, again.
I feel one hot tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it with the back of my hand.
More tears start rolling down my cheeks, but I wipe them off before they reach my jawline and make their ways down my neck. I may look ridiculous right now, but I don't care.
I see him getting up from the corner of my eye, so I decide to do the same. I may be upset at him but I'm not planning on spending the night in the woods besides he knows this route and I don't.
I look for my clothes and when I see them, I groan loudly instantly switching from sad to angry. ''How dare these animals shit on my clothes, stupid beasts.'' I mutter to myself and catch up to Dante who seems to be a meter away from me. What a gentleman.
The shirt is dry now, so I feel a lot more comfortable, especially since its oversized.
''D! Wait up! What's your problem?'' I shout and when he comes to a halt, I feel a pang in my chest.
He turns around at an incredibly fast rate and the cold look on his face kinda turns me on, not the time. He takes large steps towards me, and my body just freezes in its spot, panic takes over me and if I wasn't a person of color, I swear I would be pale.
He places his large hand on my throat and slightly squeezes it keeping in mind that I am a woman. You sure? Yes. Well, if that's the case then, proceed. He leans down so that we at eye level and looks at my forehead. His eye's lacking emotion.
He can't even look me in the eye's, was I that bad of a kisser? Bro is making me insecure all over again, without even fucking recognizing it.
''My problem is you, why did you kiss me? I could've been gay for crying out loud, you made me your accomplice! How am I supposed to face Alex after that?'' He says but I can tell he's holding back alot more.
I decide to keep quite just to piss him off more cause I kinda like the cold, emotionless D more that the joyful happy one. Call me crazy but this guy deserves an Oscar.
He is legit bipolar; I should ask if he knows! Don't do it. Why not? Just don't. Cool, I won't. Do not-
''I wanna sit on your nose'' I blurt out. OH SHIT, OH FUCKING SHIT, THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT. THAT IS NOT WHAT I FUCKING MEANT- too late.
I see the corner of his lips start to twitch and I close my eyes hoping that the earth can swallow my whole. A sexy smirk stretches throughout his face.
''Come on we have spent 3 hours here and it's getting cold, where are your clothes?'' he asks.
Narr, he went from villain to hero in less than 5 minutes this guy is bipolar, RED FUCKING FLAG.
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𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 18+
Fantasía''Fuck, could you go any slower?!'' ''Be patient you slut, daddy's orders'' Vanessa got kidnapped and was held hostage for 365 days by her high school sweetheart, Alex. Little did he know she'd fall for someone else... TRIGGER WARNING* rape sexual...
