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ezekiel had been giving me rides home for a few weeks now. i enjoyed the company. i enjoyed the music he'd play. his presence was so comforting, yet he still wasn't in my grasp. no compliments, no flirting, and what i had been told finally circulated my thoughts.

"stop the car." i tell him. "right here? geez. let me park somewhere." he drives into the park's parking lot infront of some random's house. "we need to talk." i say.

"about what? don't you need to be home?" ezekiel asks. "it'll be fast." i reply. he looks at me instead of at the road infront or the park infront. usually he doesn't even look at me unless others are near. it's his way of trying to let people know that he's into me.

"we've been talking for four weeks. you have not once complimented me or anything. i asked to be put on with you, not friends with you. what i find funny is you're asking girls to sleep with them but not once have you called me pretty." i vent. he keeps a straight face and then looks down at my cleavage. "i hear you." he says looking back up.

he starts the car back up without a response. i fold my arms in frustration. "you're just going to slide what i said?" i ask. "what do you want me to say?" he retaliates. "anything.. something!" i yell. "sorry." he smirks.

i roll my eyes, getting out of the car and slamming the door. we reached our destination. i didn't even say bye. i just left. fuck you.

that was the last i had heard of him. valentines day was coming up in two weeks and the one chance i had at getting a valentine left. no text from him, nothing. it was like that the days prior.

in school he had tried coming up to me and asking if i was mad at him. i instead had ignored him and kept walking. "don't be like that." i hear from a distance.

this wasn't my only encounter.

the day after that, i was in the library talking to the teacher. i liked telling her about my problems. he had come in asking to fix his computer. i knew that trick. chromebook repair mode could be turned on from pressing a few buttons.

i'd do that anytime i wanted to skip class for ten minutes. he looks at me and gives me the same fuckboy look he always gives.

"anyway.. i should head to class." i tell the teacher. "okay! see you next weekend!" she replies in a cheerful mood. i bump into ezekiel's shoulder harshly and rush out. i could hear him bump into something. i did not care. i kept it walking.

anyways all these moments together led up to this

one night, i was on my phone and my body for whatever reason refused to sleep. it was a friday, but i still needed some sleep. it was around 2 am when i suddenly get a message from ezekiel. he didn't even warn me.

ezekiel:
come outside.

my heart sinks. i rush out of bed, looking out at the window. his purple lowrider sat right there. i rushed to my vanity to throw on some mascara and lipliner, keeping my tanktop and pajamas on because it looked like a sexy sort of lazy anyway.

i let my hair down and brush it trying to make as little noise as possible. i knew how to sneak out from my window even thought it was on the third floor. i did so, running like a dumbass over to his car. i then hop in. his car was a convertible and this night was colder than expected.

the hood was on. he was wearing black sweats with a black shirt.

"look in the cupholder." i see rolling paper, a lighter, and a bag of weed. "open the compartment and take out my grinder and tray." he says. "aren't you on probation?" i ask. "detox is a thing." he replies. "okay.."