Lingerie • jariana

F i f t e e n

Justin ;

"Justin, breakfast is ready!," mom calls.

I take one last swing at my punching bag, before stopping it. I walk into my room, and stop at the mirror.

My eye was swollen, throbbing.

It was starting to turn purple, it was black after last night.

I walked out of the room, and saw Jaxon on his tablet thing. He looked up at me, and he dropped the tablet.

"Justin," he said.

"Jaxon don't," I shook my head, to stop him from questioning.

"No, don't you try and shut me up, what happened?," he asked, a hand on his hip.

"I had another match last night, one blow to my face, this is what happened," I tell him.

"Why do you even compete in those, it's dangerous," he tells me.

"Because I have to," I say.

I have to win, I have to make sure I'm the best.

"Why?,"

I groan, and throw my head back in frustration. "I just do!," I say.

"No you don't, stop going to those, you're going to kill yourself bub," my jaw clenched.

"You just don't understand," I say.

"Understand what?," he asks.

I'm trying to keep you safe!

"Nothing, just go eat, I'll be down in a few," I say.

"Where are you going?,"

"Jaxon, one more question out of you, and I'll tell mom you snuck her expensive watch to school," I threaten.

His eyes part, and he turns on his heel, walking downstairs.

Walking back into my room, I shut my door, and stripped my shirt. I tossed it in the basket, and laid on my bed.

I missed her.

I reached over and opened a drawer at my bedside table, and fumbled in it, until I found it.

I grabbed it, pulling it out, I held it between both my hands. A picture of her, I stole it, when I was at her house.

She probably hadn't noticed, she had so many, and I wanted one, so I could see her beautiful face every day.

This one turned me on though.

She looked beyond sexy, and vulnerable.