Lilac
"For the hundred time, you will not be 3rd wheeling, his friend is in there," Julia huffed yanking me towards the entrance.
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, fine. But can I at least bring my book or something? It's not like I'm going to interrupt anything."
As soon as we stepped in, I was greeted with the sound of laughter and the smell of weed, making my eyes water.
Julia grabbed my hand, leading me towards the two boys, her boyfriend, Trevon, and his friend.
They were sitting on a leather couch, their backs against the wall.
A huge TV hung above them, showing a football game.
Once we reached the couch, I took a seat on the armchair opposite them, grateful for the small space of privacy it afforded me.
My eyes drifted around the room, taking in the posters on the wall: action movie stars and famous athletes, the bookshelf overflowing with sports memorabilia.
"Dylan this is my friend, Lilac," Julia introduced, gesturing to me. "And Lilac this is Dylan, Trevon's friend."
And without another word, she ran off with Trevon leaving me here, sitting on the uncomfortable armchair.
I shifted in my seat, not sure what to say or do.
His jaw was tight, and I could tell he was annoyed.
I glanced at the book in my lap, debating whether to read or not.
I watched as he took a long drag from his joint, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
The room was so tense, I didn't want to add to it.
His eyes darted around the room, anywhere but at me.
He didn't seem to want to talk to me, and I didn't want to force it.
The game on TV seemed to be the only thing bringing any life to the room.
He took another drag, held it in, and then exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl upwards.
I didn't know what to say to him.
I couldn't relate to this world of sports and weed.
My interests lay elsewhere: books, art, music.
His eyes met mine for a brief moment before darting away again.
The game on TV switched to a commercial, breaking the monotony.
I glanced at him, wondering if this was my chance to strike up a conversation.
His face was still tight, but there was something else there too.
Nervousness?
Anxiety?
I couldn't tell.
I took a deep breath, setting my book aside.
"So, uh, what is it about sports that you like so much?"
YOU ARE READING
I Pray To Be Only Yours
Romance"But what if it's not enough for me?" I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "What if I need more than just your love?" Dylan's grip tightened around me, his voice a desperate whisper in my ear, "My soul, my breath, my heart-it's all yours. Tak...
