“I think girls should show more skin”, Jake said.
“You’re just saying that because you’re a guy and a pervert. Besides they already show a lot. They should leave some mystery”, I argued.
“No. It looks like they show a little. They shouldn’t leave a mystery”, Jake said.
“Wasn’t it you that said and I quote ‘a little mystery is always good’? You can’t change your mind”, I said.
“Yes I can and will. Anyways I only said that because it’s true in some cases”, Jake said.
I rolled my eyes. Do you see what I mean when I say he can’t make up his mind? Our arguing lasted a few minutes. Then before I could register anything we started to stare into each other’s eyes. His eyes seemed to be a blue-green color. Do his eyes always change color? I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to those tempting lips. He got closer to me.
He leaned in like those other times. He started to kiss my cheeks then my neck. He gave me butterfly kisses all over but my lips. This anticipation killed me. He got near my lips and when he was a breath away to kissing me, his phone rang.
It snapped me out of my daze. What in the Jesus is happening? He picked up but his eyes never left mine. I quite couldn’t understand his words yet. Why can’t I control my damn hormones?
Yes, he is hot. Yes, he has a straight nose. Yes, he has an exquisite face structure. Yes, he has luxurious long hair. Yes, he has marvelous color-changing eyes. Yes, he has well-formed muscles. Yes, he has an intense gaze and yes, he has pulchritudinous lips, but I need to get a hold of myself. Wait. Why am I naming every single part of him that I’m attracted to? What in the Lord’s name is wrong with me? I’m supposed to hate him.
When he finished talking Jake just gazed at me. I broke away from the eye contact and looked into the pond. Eventually he did the same. We watched the fishes in silence. It wasn’t awkward.
Astonishment is what I felt because every time we’re about to kiss something interrupts but it’s good because after all I’m his victim. I wanted to say something but I don’t know what. I kept stealing glances at him and his perfection and every time I caught him looking at me.
I can’t understand this. It seems like there’s something between us but that’s impossible. He’s a player; heartbreaker and I don’t like him. Do I? He’s very attractive but I don’t know. That’s why I don’t like being a teenager. Hormones ruin everything. Every time we’re about to kiss I feel disillusion because we never get to. One of these days I might crack.
That scares me because I crave for him with a hunger I can’t imagine. Now that is terrifying. It’s like I can’t stop myself. I have no control. I have no control. He’s not the animal now. I am. We walked for a while in the sunshine. I noticed that in the sun’s rays his black midnight hair had streaks of a glossy dark brown. I could drink in his image.
No wonder a lot of girls want him. He’s model material. We walked in silence for a while. Later on we talked. Like always we went back to our regular ways. We went back for our stuff and got inside his car.
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Don't Say... I Love You
Fiksi Remaja"I swear sooner or later you'll give in. Then you'll be mine", Jake said, touched my cheek, then smirked and left. Leslie doesn't want to give in to temptation but it's so hard when you find yourself slowly falling in love with a damn player. Good l...
