Nace {WATTY'S 2017}

Thirteen. Nemmi.

Sometimes its everything you don't say that really matters.
S

enior Year.

"Goodmorning beautiful." I glared at Noah. I couldn't help but smile at his beautiful face. His complexion like a smooth pixilation of browness and a range of Latina complexion merging into the one I love. "Hows Ma?" I asked. "Well if being a black nurse isn't enough torture on her salary. She's fine." I held tightened my grip on his hand. "And--" I bega. "He's fine. Drinking on our expenses and being a fool." I stared at him closer, his short facial hairs encompasses his manliness and encircles his jaw line, making it more prominent than it already was. He smirked at me. "Baby, you're staring at me. The correct response would be 'Goomorning handsome'." I continued to stare at him. "I-is there something wrong?" He asked with uncertainty. "I'm staring, as you said. Morning baby." I said rising from bed. I walked towards the bathroom, I looked down and I had nothing on. "Man yesterday must have been a long night." I said staring at myself in the mirror, soon enough a male body came to reassure me, "It was. I think we are in need of some relaxation. He said kissing my forehead. Noah went to the tub to turn on the tap water. As it was flowing violently there was no sound in room except the sound of my heart beating violently and the thoughts in my brain crashing with each other causing a clank and shift in my attitude. I was staring. Again.

"Something is telling me you want something." I glanced at his erection, not daring to look further. "I do." I said approaching him slowly, I wavered my hands over his erection and trailed it slowly up onto his chest. I pushed my body against his and I could against feel him against me, my skin on his skin, I felt the hardness of him and I longed for him. I felt the warmth emit from his body, the sound of his breath on my forehead. His hand slowly caressed my body, every finger leaving a invisible trail of pleasure, "Noah." I moaned. He looked me directly in the eyes, "Yes baby". "I..." I could feel the heat from every inch of his body as he longed to go further "Want." I could feel the desperation of lust and my body yearning from my body to his. I couldn't resist any longer. "You to shave off that beard immediately. Its making me sick." I laughed. "You are a conniving bitch, you know that?" He scoffed. He went towards the mirror and opened his cabinet in which he found Shaving cream and a razor. "Love you." I laughed from inside the tub. "You'd think after three years you know a girls' intentions." He chuckled.

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I walked into school and attended classes as usual but I could feel that something was different. I looked around the room and I saw nothing. The squabble and banter of my classmates was the same. The depression seeping off the classroom walls was the same. It was me. I was different. I decided I'd spend my lunch in the Library again.

"I recall you saying you would text me but considering I didn't get a text I'll assume our date didn't go that well huh?" Said a smooth voice behind me. Dan. Damnit. He chuckled behind me. I tried to maintain all of my thoughts as I recalled the events of that night. "Nemmi?" He asked. I turned around. "For a second I thought I'd been talking to a different beautiful girl." He laughed nervously. I couldn't help but smile. "You seem quiet." He said concerned. He stepped closer to me and looked into my eyes. I glanced away. I couldn't go back there. I couldn't. "Go back where?" He asked. "Oh, sorry. I was thinking aloud wasn't I?" I said quietly. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. We can just...sit here." He said pointing to the outside of the library. I sat on the floor next to the Library door. We sat in silence for a bit. I felt as though everything was out of place and it was all beyond my control. I was helplessly trapped in a world that used to be perfect.

I saw Dan sitting quietly, eating a sandwich and reading a book. "What are you reading?" I asked. He looked at me shocked, as if he forgot that I had a mouth. "Uh, I'm reading 'Game of Thrones' by--" he began. "George R.R Martin. I know." I smiled. "You're a Game of Thrones fan?" He asked with a smile. He turned his whole body so that he was facing me. "You don't think its too icky?" He said teasing me. "No, I think its a perfect representation of the way the world works. Life's pretty icky." I said with a smile. He blushed. "You just keep getting better every day Drawry. Every single day."