The Elements of Passion

Chapter 4

For the last couple of weeks I've been avoiding P. That means, not getting rides from and to school, I changed my seat in class, not talking to him. I don't know what's buggin me. The truth is I'm scared to fall in love with somebody or even have sex. I couldn't risk getting hurt bye the local thug Paris. I've seen lots of girls in and out of the apartment the last couple of days. When Payton told me he might have a thing for me I acted like I didn't care but I did.

Drake "Trust Issues"

Aw yeah, aw yeah
Call up on drank and let's.. let's call up

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a fuck and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody shoulda told you
I'm on one, fuck it, I'm on one
I said I'm on one, fuck it, I'm on one, a strong one
Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got, and I'mma get that shit
Cause I'm on one, I said fuck it I'm on one

You know what I'm sipping, I'll teach you how to mix it
But you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
I don't trust these bitches, they might catch me slipping
So, you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping and put in something different
So you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches
I don't trust these bitches, they might catch me slipping
So you're the only one
Oh, Trust issues

Oh, Trust issues
Oh, Trust issues
Oh, Trust issues

Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
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On drank and let's all get faded

Drizzy Drake, check me out
Coming live from the mothafucking North Side
Kick game, run game, run it real good
But never ever have my bitches sitting courtside
Same nigga that you knew way back when
You acting like it's somebody you don't know
Tell me, how the fuck we supposed to stay friends
When you got a bunch of feelings that you don't show?
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
Certain people don't like me no more
New shit don't excite me no more
Guess that they don't really make them like me no more
You can look me in my eyes and see I ain't myself
Cause if y'all what I created then I hate myself
But still, let them girls in and tell 'em all
Leave their cell phones on the table where we see them
I'm all day with it man, A.M to the P.M
Niggas hating, I just wish that they would say it when they see him
That's that shit that drives me crazy
And that's all I've been getting lately
And it's probably why I'm scared to put the time in
Women want to fuck like they're me and I'm them
Looking for some things and I think that I can find them in you
Trust issues

*(You can skip the lyrics if you want)

I was blasting my stereo to Drakes "Trust Issues"  while sitting in my living room just thinking. I was fed up with homework and school so I decided to take a brake. My door bell rang. I got up from the couch and walked over to the door. I opened the door with looking through the peep hole. It was Paris.

"Yes Paris." I said.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked.

"I'm not, now Paris please-." I was cut off by Paris's lips touching mine. I pulled back.

"Paris I don't know what to do." I said.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"Sure." I said and unlocked the door behind him. I turned around and our lips met once again. I put my arms around his neck. He grabbed my legs and I put them around his waist. He licked my lip asking for entrance. I gladly opened up. Our tongues rolled around and played with each other. He carried me to my room and laid me on the bed. He took his shirt off and I traced his tattoos with my fingers. I felt like I was on cloud nine but I couldn't let this happen. I stopped him before he could take my shorts off.