Rachel.
Ray.
The girl with Harley.
Her chocolate brown eyes, piercing right through my heart.
I hate this.
I am HATING this so much!
I love her smile. She barely smiles. She fake smiles.
Her hair, long and smooth. They look so good when she keeps them untied.
What is it about her?
I began to walk towards her. To touch her. I just wanna touch her. Maybe more than touching. I feel weak. What the fuck is happening?
There is this guy who is standing right next to her, hugging her.
I stumble across the pavement outside the loud house. A girl touches my arm and speak to me in a squealing voice.
"Danny baby, let's go to my place."
"What did you say your name is?"
"Lexi." She rolls her eyes.
I see that guy hugging Rachel for longer than he should.
There is an ache in my chest. Right in the center. It pains when I am not near her.
I wanna be near her. With her.
Ray looks at me.
She can see through me. She can see me in me.
She's angry. Fuck I made her angry.
No. She isn't angry at me, she's angry with the girl I am with.
I touch her cheek and she smiles. I mirror her smile.
She held my hand . She's taking me home.
She ask me to lie down and then she sleeps next to me.
Her warmth and even breathing is soothing.
Suddenly she's going.
Hey don't go.
Fuck. Fuck! FUCK.
I woke up with a voice calling me. It's her. I could feel it. Her soft hands covered my face as I open my eyes.
She's here. She's beautiful.
She smiled at me but worry hovered over her face and I wish I could do the same but my head was burning over the top. I was thirsty and desperate to hit my head on the wall to stop this pain.
SHIT. I don't remember anything from last night.
I must have fucked up.
NO.
Rachel wouldn't have been here if I had.
"Hey." Her voice was symphony.
I wanted to say hey back to her but all that came out of my mouth was growling.
Fuck you big time Daniel Blake.
"Here, take this." She handed me a glass of water with painkillers.
"Thank you." I managed after gulping the whole of it.
Rachel smiled at me and came to sit next to me. I adjusted myself on the bed. I was in her room at Amber's place.
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WHITEHART
RomantizmRachel is a beautiful girl. She's smart,from one of the private schools of Brooklyn. Even though she looks like those rich girls you see walking around the city in squads having nothing to do with the streets, but she's nothing like that. Even thoug...