"My heart felt like it was going to swell up and burst.
His eyes glanced down at my lips and his pearly, white teeth bit down on his soft-looking lips.
His head slowly started to lean in closer to my face and the world seemed to stop."
In this thril...
Ever thought of hiding weed in your room for a boy you really like?
Ever thought of sneaking out to go to the club for a boy you really like?
Ever even thought of getting his name tattooed on your hand so you could be his?
I, Robyn Fentley, am very guilty of all of the above.
Unike most well off 18 year olds in Cleveland, Ohio that are on there way to the University of Shitville or making use of myself in this demanding town; I am sitting on the old bean bag in my room, guitar in my lap, strumming a few chords as I hum.
Of course, I was waiting for him to throw a pebble at my window like he normally does when he wanted to see me.
Silly me.
He's late like always.
"'...mmm. You are the'...fuck," I sing out as I hear the rhythmic rapping at my window as the pebble clunks back on the pavement from the first floor of my mother and I's apartment.
I set my tan guitar down on my bean bag and glare down at the cement to see my boy toy smiling at me with that smirk I couldn't deny, his blonde hair making his mocha skin seem very light. His naturally blue eyes store up at me expectantly as I unlatched the window from it's hinges.
He took the apartment building's ladder and placed it under my window then began to climb up.
As he did this, I went back to my bean bag and picked up my guitar. I strummed a few more notes and fell back in to the bean bag, automatically sinking in to the plush fabric.
"'You are the love of my...'," I began singing until he stepped in to my room.
"What did you say?" his treble voice asked curiously.
"Nothing," I lied quickly, my heart beating erratically in my chest as I glanced down at his lips.
"Scoot over Rob."
I moved over as much as I could so he could have some room as he plopped himself right next to me in the (now little) bean bag.
The smell of expensive cologne and nicotine hit my nose as his scent rushed from his body.
"Need some help?" he asked.
"I can't think of what I want to come next," I told him frustratingly hitting the face of my guitar with my palm.
He stroked his stubbled chin a bit, imiting a scratching nose,"'Baby, I can't stand bein' without you, girl. You're my rain, you're my shine, you're my air, I need you to live'."
As he said all of this, he was looking he right in my hazel eyes. Every word he sang out with his beautiful voice made my heart lurch forward.
I laughed through my nervousness and said,"Well, I'll just have to change one word."
"And which word is that?" He asked, smirking.
"'Girl'," I giggled out.
"Well, maybe not for me if I sing it to you."
My heart felt like it was going to swell up and burst.
His eyes glanced down at my lips and his pearly, white teeth bit down on his soft-looking lips.
His head slowly started to lean in closer to my face and the world seemed to stop.
"Robby! Where are you, girl? I've been texting you all day. You know I can't do this shit by myself. This professor is getting on my last nerves,"my best friend's voice boomed outside the door as she knocked.
She didn't wait for an answer and swung the door open.
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"Girl, I've been-"
She stopped in mid-sentence and looked at me and then him and then back again.
I shot up from the bean bag and walked over to her nervously.
"Karrie! Ha ha haaa, hiii frieeeend," I said, carrying out the syllables and scratched my head.
"Next time y'all wanna fuck, can you please put an 'I'm fuckin' sign outside the damn door?" Karrie told us both bluntly.
My boy toy chuckled and stood up to lean against the grey wall in my room.
"Very funny Karrie," I told her rolling my eyes.
"Chris," she spat, narrowing her eyes at him.
He smiled lopsidedly and turned his head to the window.
"I guess this is my cue to go. Later Kare-Bear," he said solemnly and turned his head toward me, his rare blue eyes sparkling," Bye Robby."
Chris winked at me and made his way out the window, the way he came.
"Bitch," Karrie muttered after I sealed the window shut.
"Sorry...I forgot you were coming and he just showed up and I-"
"It's fine," she interrupted me.
"No, it's not Karrie. I hate hurting you like this, and you know that."
My best friend bit the bottom of her lip and looked back to the window where her ex had entered and exited almost 100 times before.
I still feel guilty for being in this...I wouldn't even say "relationship" with Chris.
I know it hurts my best friend everytime she sees him, even though she's with Nyle now.
They've been together for a couple of months and I can tell Nyle's a keeper.
"Just forget about it Rob. What I came to ask you is if you're ready for your first day of college tomorrow?!" she asked me excitedly.
I shrugged, thinking of all the times Karrie had came to me, asking for me to help her study for her exams and to help study out of those giant textbooks of hers.
I couldn't deny my smarts but I rather go to college on a music scholarship, rather than an academic one.
School bored me, only because of my "prodigy-ness".
She walked over to my twin-sized bed and sat down, her curvy frame sinking in to the plush mattress.
"Come on, you know you're secretly excited," she pushed on, I frowned and she smiled cheekily.
"I mean, I'm happy to get away from home for a while but I guess it'll be something new and 'fun'."
