Her Innocence His Desire

Chapter 1

The next few chapters is just a look into what started and created Ahmad and Aria's destructive, one sided, submissive relationship.

    Aria scurried down the sidewalk clumsily, attempting to place her books in her bag while trying to prevent her phone from dropping. School was just letting out. Voices of laughter and joy surrounded her. Young teens talked amongst their peers, some they   haven't spoken to or seen since 1st period.  

   Many students made their way to their cars, ready to start and enjoy their weekend. Aria was the oddball, she never did anything. She had only one friend. Nila, Aria had known her for years now.

   They go back to the play- doh, blocks and toy days. Nila's mom has been drugged out for years. At the age of 16, she finds herself working up hours for money at a local McDonald's. She has to in order to keep providing for herself and her mother, who's rarely ever around, or even aware that she has a child.

   She misses so many days of school, Aria can never keep in touch with her so her social life remained extinct. Her body tensed as she passed that same candy apple red Camaro. Trap music from Gucci Mane to Young Jeezy and Chief Keef blared from the speakers constantly. It was no one but Ahmad, he skips school, but he always makes sure his younger brother is present there.

   He comes to pick him up everyday. His jaw always locked and the posture of his body always demeaning and rough. He always stood against the pricey vehicle waiting for his brother. Aria felt uneasy around him.

   Especially the times it was not only him outside of the school, but his entire squad. Sure a small part of her was eager and curious about understanding him, but her fear outweighed any curiosity she had."Make the drop by 12am, unless you want me to pay you a visit" his voice lowered to a serious frightful tone "Don't fuck this up, when my money and name is involved, fuck ups don't occur understood?". His deep voice spoke, careless of what ears were open listening to his threats.

   His eyes caught sight of of the small, fragile timid girl yet again. Just like she was in the hallways, tense, afraid and anxiety filled. Her eyes stayed glued to the concrete and her small Nike Huarache covered feet. He shook his head, and smiled. Smiled, worth repeating when you realize he's the one doing it.

He rarely ever smiles, but the way she concentrated on not tripping over her own two feet and embarrassing herself in front of all these goofy and silly teens, was adorable to him.

   He was amused at how a person could be so weak, frail and insecure but still attractive, at least to him. She caught a quick glimpse of him. His black pants hung slightly from his hips, assuring that his white Calvin Kleins appeared to the public eye, his fresh cocaine whites snug on his feet, with his loose fitting white v neck. She has always admired the smell of his Ralph Lauren cologne, whenever he was near her.

   "Every Time I see you you're always shriveling up and shying away, a little quiet shorty". She heard a deep voice speak. She was shocked. She found herself stopping her rapid feet movement. He couldn't be talking to her, could he? Confusion struck her face, but she still decided to turn around and face him.

   With his phone still glued to his hand he chuckled, "I got all day to wait for your response shorty". Speechless, that's exactly what she was in that moment. Her mouth gaped open to utter some words, but she was too afraid that they wouldn't be the right words so she stayed silent and shook. She watched him cautiously as he removed his body from the car and started stepping toward her, but still keeping his distance. His 6ft height towered over her tiny 4ft one.

   "I see you rushing past me all throughout the school week, I don't bite shorty, no need to be afraid of me". He paused, as if he was challenging her to open up more, her body froze at his remark. "Wh- who says I'm afraid?" Her voice was barely audible, and her eyes stayed focused on everything except for him.

She couldn't even believe the courage she built up to ask that question, of course he knew what he was talking about. He was absolutely right, she did fear him. Satisfied at the fact she actually used her voice, he continued with their small talk.

"A soft, cute voice like that and you holding it back from me?" His eyebrow raised. And there it was, that smile fighting its way back to him.
She couldn't exactly tell if he wanted her to answer, or was he honestly just attracted to the sound of her voice and was simply letting her know that he was?

They were interrupted. "Bro this little bitch in 6th per-" a voice stopped speaking, Aria felt another body near her. "You were about to get left, we need to make these runs and you playing".

   Ahmad spoke,no longer facing Aria, but his brother. She hadn't realized it was him until she caught on to the voice. It seemed as if he was just as amused to see Ahmad and her communicating just as much as she was. He completely forgot that he had sparked up a fresh talk with this girl. His filthy language and frustration toward his brother seemed to be the reason. They made their way inside the car. He eventually took off like a speed racer.