"I can hear your laugh
It's ringing through the hallways
I can see your smile
It's what gets me through my hard days
And your words was suppose to get me through my heartache, before my heartbreak
There's an emptiness that only few ever fill
And I somehow missed the meaning of love that is real
And it compliments my scars that will never heal"
|| Kehlani- The Letter ||I highly recommend you listen to her, if you don't already.
Her mixtape YSBH (You should be here) is really good.
Also, this is on iTunes. She also has an EP called Cloud 19, it isn't on iTunes but you can hear it on soundcloud.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.Desta Evans
When he said that my legs weakened, I blushed deeply. It was this weird feeling my stomach, but it was actually pleasurable. I froze, still standing in the door way. Being broken from my trance I quickly walked out the room. The feeling in my stomach left, when I left his warm pneuma. I sighed heavily.
I hope he doesn't do that tomorrow.
I walked out the school, and began my journey back home. The empty, lonely home.
As I was walking, I hear a loud engine roar. I scrunched my face, as the noise came closer. The car sped by, then suddenly stopped. I got frightened, picking my pace up to walk him.
C'mon you're only 7 blocks away. I said to myself, as I continued to walk. I hear the car being reversed towards me.
Suddenly a familiar voice, says something.
"Woah there beautiful, it's just me Mr. Brown"
I faced the car, seeing him smiling big.
Shit, that smile is Sex- stop. He's your teacher.
He's 8 years older than you, he wants a women.
Not an insecure little girl."Oh, M-Mr. Brown. W-what brings you over here?" I stuttered.
"Well one, you left a book in my class. Good thing I grabbed it. And two, I'm moving around here.
I'm sending an truck in an hour or two. Do you know where Wysam street is?"Holy fucking shit. No, no it can't be my street.
No, God why. I forgot Mrs. Rosa sold her house.
I'm hoping he's not talking about that house."Um, yeah. What hundred?"
"17th"
FUCK! My teacher is moving next door."U-u-uh, actually that's the same block I, l-live on" I stated, playing with my fingers.
"Really? Great! Can you hop in, and guide me" He stated, as if he were excited?
Why the fuck would he be excited? I mean the neighborhood is nice and all, but it's not all that.
It's pretty boring if you ask me."Um sure. T-that should be fine" I smiled lightly.
Is it wrong for me to say, a part of me happy he's moving right next to me? Maybe I'm tripping.I walked up to his car. May I add it looks very high-tech. It was a really pretty blue, baby blue. It seemed to be very expensive. I've never seen someone with this type of car.
I went to open it, to see the door lift up in the air.
Woah
I looked at it amazed, I've never seen an car do that before. I was a little ecstatic.
I hear Mr. Brown chuckle."You never been in one of these huh?"
"No" I stated shyly, putting my head down."Please don't do that"
he said,
as I shut the car door.
"Do what?!" I was truly confused. I didn't do anything.
"Put your head down, I'll never look down on you Desta.
You don't have to be nervous"
he assured me, as he began pulling off."O-okay. I think you should do an 'U' turn" I stated quietly.
I'm still not used bring treated like? someone cares.
"Gotcha" he whipped the car around.
"Then go straight for 7 blocks, and turn right" I instructed him. He nodded his head."So, uh, what kind of car is this?" I asked curiously.
"Lamborghini" he stated as we pulled up on the block. "Well this is the house" he stated as, he looked down at his phone.
"And my house it right next door" I smiled weakly,
His eyes lit up."We'll see you later. My beautiful neighbor"
he smiled widely. I blushed and looked away."Bye Mr. Brown"
I really love Yall man. I almost have 200 reads!
I have 44 votes! And,
70 comments! Thank you guys. But quick questions,
--> Should I do Mr. Brown's POV in the next chapter?
--> How do you think Mr.Brown feels about Desta?
--->Thoughts on this chapter?
5+ votes
10+ comments
For the next update.
#Nizzy#
XOXO
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety Aspirations ||CB FanFic || Major Editing. On Hold
FanfictionThey say if someone hands you lemons, make lemonade. But me, if someone gives me lemons, I'll put them on my open scars to increase the pain. - Desta All Rights Reserved © To BrzyXLegend