TOUCH .

before school

 

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Maya's POV ✨

I nodded and sat next to her, still surprised—it was a girl. Bro, she looked like a guy. That black beanie, the white tee under black overalls, and those classic shoes—black lower-cut, navy blue J4s. Low-key, she was hella fine. And her voice? The cherry on top.

I couldn’t help but feel on edge sitting next to her. I swear I could feel her eyes on me...

I heard her place her phone on the table, then reach into her backpack, pulling out a small green pouch. She casually took out a joint and a cute little lighter, setting the joint on the table before zipping her bag back up.

Then, she slid down on the bench, man-spreading, licking her lips before picking up the joint and lighting it.

I was too zoned out, too high—plus, still a little paranoid about the whole drug incident. And now? A complete stranger helping me without trying to hurt me... or get my number? It was a lot. A lot—

"Hey, you hit?"

"Huh?! What?"

I turned, and there she was, holding the joint out to me between her index and thumb.

"No, I’m actually high right now, so pass?" I said, frantically scrolling through my phone.

"Well, bet." She returned the joint to her lips, exhaling smoke as she sat upright, placing her elbows on the table. "You look like you need some."

"No, I’m good, thanks." I muttered, bringing my phone closer to my face, hoping she'd drop the conversation.

"How come I’ve never seen you around? Are you new?"

(Shit. She's starting a conversation. I don’t know how to do that. Maybe if I look really focused, typing random shit, she’ll stop talking...)

"You know I can tell you're not doing anything on your phone."

I barely had time to process before she leaned in, warm breath ghosting the back of my neck. My body tensed, frozen in place. Then, just as quickly, she scooted back, letting me breathe again.

"I’m Raveen. Raveen Williams." She tossed the roach away, took out a water bottle, and slowly unscrewed the cap, bringing it to her lips. Hooded eyes locked onto me, intense.

"Oh... okay." That was all I could say. I watched her apply lip gloss, and—damn. I never wanted to be a lip gloss more in my life.

"So, where are you from?" She smirked. "You zoned out in the middle of my questions. You gonna answer?"

Her voice? Non-platonic.

"Why would I tell you? You might be a serial killer or a stalker." I shifted to look at her better.

"Fair enough." She lifted a hand, resting it casually along the back of the bench.

"So..." Her gaze dropped to my lips. "You a fan of DJ Snake, huh?"

"No, I just didn’t want to attend my best friend’s crazy party." I pulled a rum bottle from my jacket and took a sip of my cocktail.

"Bro, is that liquor?" She grinned, eyes lighting up as she pulled out her own little rum bottle—covered in cool leather, covered in graphic designs.

"Wow, here I am praying for a sign... and boom." She rested her chin on her hand, licking her lips. Slowly.

"Bitch, drink water. You high asf, I bet." I pushed her water bottle toward her.

"Nah, mama, I’m not high yet. And if I am, I don’t want it to fade and you disappear."

Her voice dropped, low and teasing, as she leaned in. Instinctively, I shifted away.

"Where you running off to?" She asked in that raspy tone, her arm suddenly sliding around my thigh, pulling me closer.

"You here with your boyfriend? Or girlfriend?" She smirked, her thigh pressing against mine.

"Don’t see how that’s your business." I shot back with a smirk.

"Interesting. I like a good chase."

She turned back to her phone, and I took the opportunity to pull up Uber. I needed to get home—fast. I was getting too high. And starting to feel things.

"Who you texting?" She teased in an annoying baby voice. "Telling your boyfriend to pick you up?"

I ignored her, continuing to message Kate—

Then, snatch.

"Bro, wtf is wrong with you—"

"Ouu, gonna what?"

She leaned in close, her voice dripping with amusement. "Your attitude is so big, but look how quiet you get... when I’m this close."

I froze. My eyes flickered over her face—lashes, lips, cheekbones, lips, earrings, lips. She had amazing features... or I’m just too high right now.

"See something you like?" She lifted my jaw slightly, stroking it with the back of her index finger. Instinctively, I smacked her arm. I hate physical contact. ONG.

She chuckled, setting my phone down. I leaned in slowly, tilting my head until our noses almost touched. My gaze dropped to her lips, and for a second, I considered it.

If she didn’t have my phone.
If we were in a different situation.
Maybe I would have seized them.
Maybe more.

She exhaled softly, eyes half-lidded, anticipating the kiss—

Then, quick as lightning, I snatched my phone back and moved away, making her smirk.

"Wow. You’re pretty and got brains." She took a mini bow, making me giggle slightly.

"Dude..." She laughed. "Why your voice go all baby when you laugh? Oh my God, that’s adorable."

This bitch was high as hell.

"My what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Your laugh. It’s adorable."

She straightened her posture, clearing her throat.

I just smiled, grabbing my jacket and water bottle.

"Bye, Mrs. Williams." I said, walking away.

She smiled cheekily, waving without taking her eyes off me.

I stepped outside the venue and into my Uber.

...Fuck. I left Cappy.

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