sam wilkinson's pov
the thought of leila loreto should anger me. i mean shes innocent, way to innocent. and she knows it and she walks around flaunting it. she is so pretty, she's gorgeous and she thinks shes not. i mean i'm sure gilinsky tried to tap that once or twice. leila and i could never work out i'm too into the whole fuckboy thing. i act like if shes the most despicable human being in the world. but in reality shes not so bad. she has feelings for me i know she does. the way she stared at me the first day i met her. the way she gets hurt whenever i say something fucked up. the way her eyes sparkle whenever i laugh or smile. i don't like her or love her. the feelings i have for her cant be nothing more than hatred i shouldn't want anything from her. but then at the same time she could be the one, i mean shes already on my mind all the time.
"sam, baby, lets go again" some redhead that brought me to her house practically moaned to me. what was her name again?
"no, i think i'm just gunna go home" i said getting up and pulling up my boxers. the redhead huffed and tried to get me to stay but i kept redressing.
"daddy please" she said groping my dick. i swatted her hand away and pulled up my pants and throwing my shirt on.
"bye susie" i say walking out her door. i think that was her name.
"wait my names roxanne" she said as i slammed her door shut and got into my car. i started the drive home as i thought about why i'm actually a dick to leila.
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good enough || s.w
Fiksi Penggemar"i gave you all of me , but it still aint enough to make you happy" in which a girl will never feel good enough for the boy of her dreams
