His Irresistible Ways

Chapter 21 ☾

Chapter 21 ●

forgive me for any mistakes (:

(2 days ago I published Chapter 20, I'm on fire!)

I destroyed a scene from the chapters 3 and 4, and put other there! Ever since I wrote it, I've hated it  with all my soul, quite honestly... That was ruining the book (I cut off the scene of the get-to-know-game; if you do not remember just forget it, that was just horrible). I like this one a lot!! There's nothing crucial there, but I think eventually I'll be referring to the place where Jen went that that scene introduced. So do not forget to check it out!

enjoy :3

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I shook my head and let my mind go blank... I lowered my eyes to my hands and took a deep breath. Then, I looked to my left and reached out for it, for the cigarette that Christian was holding. And, without thinking twice, I took it to my mouth and I prayed mentally to not cough this time and to not look like a child trying to be adult.

It's been two days since the last time I saw Derek Storm- and, however difficult it may seem to believe, I rarely thought about that man. Some kind of peace went through me during this short time of separation... I don't believe that my dream was some kind of premonition, but I believe it was a manifest of my consciousness. Anyway, I don't remember almost anything- to my sorrow. I woke up: I remembered everything and told myself <I'll remember, no stress> ... An hour later, the only thing I could remember was a house and Mr. Storm doing God knows what inside.

I hate cigarettes. I hate when people smoke around me: I feel like they are trying to pull out of my chest my lungs and throw them to the ground and trample them! All my life, from a very small age, I had to deal with smoking. Before leaving to work and take me to school, my father would put in his mouth a cigarette... I would come home at night and you'd find him with another; I, my mother and my brother would be eating dinner and he would be always outside smoking; He finished eating, there he was again; and smoke a few more before he went to bed. I had to deal with so much smoke constantly, every single day! When I reached 15, I started yelling at him whenever he approached me with the cigarette in his mouth, with people next to me or not, home or not.

This time I didn't cough, but I could not stand the smoke inside me any longer and let it out, and tried again. I don't understand how anyone can consider this satisfactory... I never spend money on it (and I'll never do it), and when "smoke" (I've tried but I never really found the right way to do it), it's like with months apart. I just experiment to try to understand people with the addiction, but I don't think that I'll ever do it.

"Thanks."- I returned the cigarette back to the black haired boy next to me and looked at the street.

I moved my eyes to look at the distance and fixed them on the lamp lights that illuminated the streets. How I love the night!

"What are you studying?"- he interrupted the silence that remained between us. The first time I saw him was a hour and a half ago; the first time I heard his voice was 10 minutes ago when he came to me and after a few minutes with a comfortable silence, he asked me my name and then offered me a smoke.

"Architecture... You?"- he had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, green that stood out in the distance.

"Creative Writing."

"I'm in the presence of a romantic?"- I lifted a corner of my mouth.

"I'm more of a realist."

"They were always my favorites."- this time I looked to the street, 50 meters below me.