Dangerous Attraction

8|Ride Or Die

𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

A week later, i laid in bed in my dorm after the sun had risen.

I had both my hands placed behind my head as i reflected on last week's events, particularly the night in which Ana had claimed i "hurt" her.

Pssh.

That was the last time i seen her, to be honest... but i still wonder what she could be up to.

Nah, never mind. Probably at home catching up on some studying as always.
I'd be surprised if she was actually studying THIS early.

Ugh, i loathe these same ol' boring ass back to back classes and lectures or whatever.

They're fuckin' exhausting and consuming and it just stresses me the fuck out each damn time!
And clearly, it's just me cuz everyone else seems to act accordingly like the bright, perfect students they all are.

I hate college. I don't even know why my mom pressured me to apply so bad.

Oh, well duh! To finally get rid of me so that she doesn't have to see me every single day!

I'm just so fuckin' annoyed this morning.
Maybe it's cuz of the dumbass thoughts I'm harboring.

I found myself simply hopping out of bed and towards the door as i threw on a random tee, which was lying on the floor, to go with my sweats i was already wearing.

I was out the door and on my way to the bathroom.

...

I made it to campus a few classes late (hmph, oh well) only to notice a few students chilling on grass as they chatted it up and a smokin' view of Analia as tried to light up a cigarette.

Well damn, studying, my ass! More like makin' an attempt to smoke right in front my... Very. Damn. Eyes!

Not to mention her sexy new makeover which was one of the main reasons that caught my eye within seconds.

Her killer look consisted of a cropped black leather jacket, a crimson red halter top paired with some black skinny jeans, a pair of black 6-inch platform lace up high-heeled ankle boots to help give her petiteness some height.

And what completed the entire look was her kissable lips fully coated in deep red lipstick with her hair now straightened, hanging past her shoulders.

So no big ass hair bows. Check.
No babydoll dresses, skirts and such. Check.
And DEFINITELY no pastel-colored outfits and shoes. Check, check, check.

Now THIS is what the fuck i'm talkin' about!
A full-blown, in-your-fuckin'-face type of baddie!

And damn, i gotta admit, she look good in those high heels...
Better than some classic ass Mary Janes, am i right?

Man, i could get used to this new Analia!

Finally approaching her with my hands inside my pockets and my book-bag clutched on my back, i greeted her with my usual winsome grin, "What up, shorty?"

She gave me a genial smile (Phew, thank god!) as she continued to struggle with the lighter.

See she got her nails done, too. A nice dark red almond-shaped manicure in which gave her full look some pop.

I chuckled softly as i watched her have a difficult time getting it to light up, then finally insisted, "Lemme get that." I generously took the lighter from her, easily lighting up her cigarette without a problem.

"You're welcome."
She smiled sweetly at me, nodding.

"And i'mma just keep this for later, if you don't mind." I said as i slipped the lighter into my jacket pocket.