The Bad Girl's a Virgin✓

"It is Over. . . Jackson."

I stood on Zoey's front porch, smoking. Yeah, could you believe it I never smoked, but I was under pressure.( #by Queen). The stress was way to much for me to handle without a little nicotine flowing through my veins. As Benedict Cumberbatch famously said as Sherlock on the BBC series, This is a three patch problem. . And that's why I'm out here smoking.

I heard the door behind me open and then close. Clay walked up beside me looking into the distance as I blew smoke from my mouth and nose. I didn't watch him, instead I extend the cigarette toward him. Surprisingly, he took it from my two fingers and took a puff from it. Then he handed it back to me.

"Didn't know you smoked," he says while the smoke left his nose.

I scoff, "Did know you did either."

He chuckled, but then it turned into a chesty cough witch he tried to hide but failed

"Ha! Amerture!" I say laughing with smoke leaving my mouth.

Clay shurgged his chiseled shoulders as she glanced over at me.

"Tried never caught on to it. Never got used to the smoke ripping down my treachea and burning my lungs. I could feel my avioli dieing."

I burst out laughing at Clay. He sounded so technical and scientific. It was so uncharacteristic for him as a popular boy.

"So why the fuck did you take the cigarette?" I say trying to control my laughter.

Clay was silent then he turned to me. He eyed me seriously and I couldn't help but stare. I had to stop laughing when I looked into his eyes.

"I wanted to start a conversation."

I nodded understandably. I threw my cigarette onto the ground with the two others next to it and stomped on it to snuff out the flame.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me?" I say leaning holding the porch wooden railings while my eyes stared at the ground.

"I never said that!" he clapped back his fist clenched.

"Not in so many words, but I took a hint!"

Furiously, I turned around I headed for the door but then he grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks. I tried squirming away but he was way stronger than me. Unfortunately, I may add.

"Let go of me!" I cry stomping my foot angrily.

"N-no! I'm not letting you go until you hear what I have to say!"

I stomped over and over again!
"I don't care what you have to say to me!"

He shook his head, biting his lips he looked at me fervantley.
"I don't care if you don't care! I'm going to tell you anyway!"

He gripped my arms harder then pulled me back to his side. Clay's eyes were watering because. . . . he was sad! He was hurt! And I didn't see it!

"Zana! I told you! I warned you! Not to consumed with revenge! But you. .you didn't liiisten! Instead you did the exact thing I told you not to! You went on a rampage and now you dug yourself this major shit hole! And now you don't know how to get yourself out!"

I felt like my body was betraying me, breaking down. I was becoming weak in the knees. My gaze was fixed on his eyes.

"You have to realize Zana. That's it is your fault! And now you have to fix it."

That's when Clay did something unexpected. Just when I thought that my legs would give way underneath me he pulled me in into his arms. And held me. . . .Just held me. And I cried, genuinely cried. Because I knew he was right. The sooner I accepted my hand in this mess, the sooner I'd find a way to fix it.