"You're gonna break up with that boyfriend of yours." He uttered with a deadly calm voice.
"I am not gonna do any such thing." I gritted.
"Don't make me lose my temper." He moved his face closer to mine.
"Or what?" I challenged.
"Or I will slide...
and to some people, hating on a teenager (sarah) is WILD.💀 You can't expect her to behave like a mature lady! but it's okay, you do you.
Haters gonna hate and she's gonna slay!💋
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"Hard drugs No trust Fuck love we can do this shit forever if it's lust, yeah Listen up, yeah Who cares? I give up I don't care if they don't like me, listen up Don't give a fuck, yeah I'll be falling in lust, yeah"
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I stride out of the club with her over my shoulder, her body limp and pliable in my grip. I carry her to my car, ignoring the curious glances and looks we're getting from passersby. The cool night air hits us, making her shiver slightly against me.
I open the passenger door and place her into the seat, her body slumping down against the leather upholstery. I lean down and buckle her in, my fingers brushing against her bare skin and making her shiver again. I give her a crooked smile, my eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.
She reaches up and grabs at my collar, her fingers fisting the fabric tightly. She pulls me closer, her eyes locked on mine as her lips part in a pouting, drunken expression.
She moves closer to me, her lips just millimetres from mine, her breath hot against my skin. But she doesn't kiss me, instead she just hovers there, her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and desire.
Her hand still clenched at my collar, she bites her lower lip and teases me, her lips so close to mine that I can feel the heat radiating off them. I want to lean down and claim her mouth, but a part of me stops her.
She's drunk, she'll hate me more than she does now if I touch her in this situation.
She looks up at me, her face inches from mine, and says in a teasing, drunken voice, "Hiii." The single word is drawn out, a sultry grin on her lips.
Her hand releases my collar, her fingers trailing down my chest slowly as she bats her eyelashes playfully. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, and I can feel my body reacting to her touch, my desire for her growing with each passing second.
