Passionate Heat (currently editing story)

-Neglecting the problems

Gorgeous Anna Pov.

This update is a little different, since three characters were together I just made it into Tori and Miya Pov. It's different so tell me how you feel about it .

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Miya & Tori's Pov.

After Tori finally got Derek to stop holding her hostage She quickly got dress and went down stairs to greet Miya. She was in the living room staring at a blank television. Jeez, this girl has always been weird! Tori inwardly stated.

quietly she strides over to her and jump over the back of the couch and sits by Miya. "So what's new ?"Tori nervously ask her. Miya glanced over at Tori, slowly taking her thoughts from the deep place she was once in- displaying a hint of sadness with a pinch of anger in her eyes mask with amusement.

She responds with a nervous laugh, an attempt to lighten the mood. For several minutes they make small talk; finding anything to converse about. The air between them is still thick. Neither one of them wanting to touch the real subject at hand.

Although, talking about this with a best friend is what Tori need most. She also know Miya is not one to confront a problem. She finds a comfort zone and make sure to stay in it. As her best friend she respects that as well as understand.

"What is this girls night? If I knew that I would of invited a few of my buddies." Derek states while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he rush down the stairs in his boxers and bare chiseled chest. He seem to have forgotten the whole accident with Miya walking in on them. Tori only had on a towel it was better than nothing but yet, still disturbing. Miya rolls her eyes, she's never been too keen on the idea of Derek one of Chance best friends dating her only friend. Derek is well known for his dog like ways.

Every girl knows he's a player. Sure he's cute, nicely ripped and somewhat bright but, not once did she falter under his charms and all she wished is that Tori did the same. Unfortunately it's currently a known fact she didn't.

Chance Pov.

Driving down the busy streets of Miami I turn on the radio. 'C'mon let me ride' by Skylar Grey ft. Eminem is playing.

I blast the volume. "And the wheels go round... and round... and round...If you got a sweet tooth,
You can taste my watermelons
If a swing set bores you
I can show you all my talent
I can wear a tan like other bitches can
You can have all this, boy!
And there's only one thing that I want from you"

The metaphoric words makes me laugh, this song is completely over the top, it's all about sex and yet you can't take it serious.

It's not the best song by Eminem and Skylar Grey yet, it's catchy. I glance over to my left to see a girl staring at me like I have two heads. She must think I'm crazy; I'm at a red light blasting 'C'mon let me ride' while laughing but, there is no one in the truck with me.

I flash her my famous smirk and pull off as the light turns green.

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I pull into the driveway and park my truck. I have finally arrived at the party. Ryan always host the best parties and only a selective few can get it. His house Is huge, it's nothing compared to mine but, still it's nice. He has a bar, pool, jacuzzi, and several rooms to handle your business in; which is exactly what I need right now. Gary and Ryan greets me at the door with a handshake and a pat on the pack. Yo Yo Honey Singh - Blue Eyes is currently playing, causing everyone to sway to the beat.

The house is full with hormonal teenagers girls and alcohol. Just the two things I need, I saunter over to the bar, Mike is mixing drinks, he juggles three bottles and pour each one in a glass before flipping them again and sliding the drink to me. I compliment his talent and down my drink.

Looking up I see Lindia staring at me. Her sparkly dress is tightly fitted displaying enough curves to engage me. She struts over to me seductively looking at me. I smirk, instead of wasting time chit chatting- I down another drink, get off the stool and meet her half way. Grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor I mold her back against my front, putting my arm around her stomach in order to keep are body touching.


Adrenaline rushes through my veins as The DJ beats commence to quicken tempo. In this moment and state I feel numb, no pain or emptiness, no joy either but, numb. I feel nothing at all, many say "it's better to hurt then to feel nothing at all" but, I disagree I prefer to feel nothing then to suffer the agonizing pain.