Chapter 4

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(a boy is a gun - tyler the creator )

His large hands began exploring your body, grabbing onto any dip and curve he can find while placing sloppy kisses on your neck. He sucked in his teeth pressing more messy kisses on your neck. He used both hands to get a firm grip of your ass, pressing you against the cold wall you let a small moan escape at the feeling and he placed a wet kiss on your lips. 

You place your hands flat on his chest and attempt to put some distance between the two of you. 

"look Tyler, I came here to tell you that.. we can't keep doing this." Catching the breath he stole away from you. 

He stopped and moved his hands away from you. Leaving an awkward silence between the two of you. "Is it the sex? If it doesn't satisfy you, I can change it up" he starts rambling. You memorize his eyes one more time before you look away. 

"No, T— " "then what is it?" he cuts you off by placing his head against your chest.

"I fucking swear whatever i did.. i'll fix it.." you could hear his voicing going lower.

"I'm sorry, Tyler." He lifts his head up and puts on a fake smile "Could i at least drive you home? one more time." 

         You sat in the passenger seat looking out of the window as Tyler drove

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         You sat in the passenger seat looking out of the window as Tyler drove. You could feel his eyes pricing through you.  He let out a big sigh and turned the radio on to cure the silence in the car as he stopped at the red light.

(Tears dry On their own - Amy Wine house)


A/N: soo... i'm gonna end it off here cause i'm sick... i'll be back love you



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