𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
The following day, I wake up with a painful headache, my head spinning slightly with all the contradictory thoughts tangled in my mind, thoughts about Bailey and I. After generating enough saliva and rubbing the sleep still present in my eyes, I toss the bedsheets off before swinging my legs off the bed, withdrawing my strengthless body from my bed as I force myself to stop thinking about her.
The truth is, Bailey's my first thought in the morning and my latest thought at night, before drifting off to sleep. Sometimes, she manages to materialise in my dreams, leaving me panting with an undeniable feeling of throbbing between my legs.
She truly has me by the throat, and I like it.
Seconds later, I start walking toward the window, stumbling slightly. After reaching my destination, I curl my fingers around the curtains and push them away before opening the window to let some fresh air in. I shiver the moment the cool morning breeze brushes over my exposed skin.
"Last night was..." I mutter to myself as the events of the previous night play on repeat in mind.
The way Bailey asked me to touch myself, and the way accepted it like a good girl in heat. The way she licked my fingers clean like I was her favourite lollipop...
I cover my mouth the moment a stray yawn escapes my mouth, pulling me out of my contemplation. Then, I head to my bathroom to brush my teeth and take my morning shower. Morning showers have always been my weakness. I love the way the warmth of the water relaxes my limbs and clears my mind.
After showering, I quickly dry myself off with a towel and grab my hair dryer to dry my wet hair. Then, I start combing my brown strands before pulling it up into a high ponytail. A few minutes later, I make my way to my dresser and grab some comfortable clothes before putting them on.
"Good morning mom!" I speak the moment I step into the kitchen, joining my mom who's moving around the kitchen counter with a coffee mug in one hand. The smell of fresh pancakes and coffee welcomes my nostrils, making my mouth water.
"Hi, sweetie! Did you sleep well? My mom asks, with a tender smile playing on her lips.
"I slept like a baby! What about you?" I lie while taking a seat one of the kitchen's stools. Truth is, I couldn't stop tossing and turning. I couldn't stop thinking about Bailey.
She's all I can think about.
"I slept like a baby too! Where's your uniform, sweetie? Don't you have classes today?" My mom responds, examining my clothes with her gaze, before taking a sip of her coffee.
"I've no classes today!" I tell her, running my hands up and down my thighs.
"Oh, that's good to hear! What are your plans for today? Are you seeing Tillie...or Bailey?" My mom replies, and I freeze the moment she mentions Bailey.
