A typical shy, nerdy, 18 year old girl named Hazel Lemy falls for the infamous high school bad boy, Trigger.
Although, first skeptical about being around him, eventually Hazel develops a huge trust bond with Trigger, that is unbreakable.
Overtime...
Want a strawberry, baby?" Trigger offered. "Yeah sure." I gave a flirtatious smile. "Want me to feed you?" He suggested.
He shifted over on the floor closer to me, and picked up a strawberry from the fruit bowl. We were in my room working on our biology project together. I laughed. "I think I can feed myself just fine, Trig."
"Come on." He said charismatically as he gently rubbed the fruit against my lips. I slowly opened my mouth to let it in, then chewed.
He chuckled. "You have a sexy mouth." "Oh yeah?" "Mhm." He moved his head closer for my lips.
My heart raced, nervously. Oh my god, he's about to kiss me!
I slowly moved my head back, skeptically. "Um... we should probably continue the project." "...Okay."
"Did you already look up what cheetahs eat on your laptop?"
"Yeahh... gazelles, wildebeest calves, impalas, and smaller hoofed animals."
I wrote the information on the poster with a bright orange marker.
"So tell me, Hazel... why are you always so conserved?" I looked up at him. "What do you mean?" "Like, you're always so quiet and shy... you seem like you never let anyone in."
"I do let people in." I protested. "I just got to watch out for the ones who would screw me over." Trigger nodded. "I know how you feel. I'm a pretty conserved person too." He replied, staring at the ground.
"Really?? You seem like such an open person." Trigger sighed. "This conversation seems like it's about to be deep. Let me roll a blunt." He reached for his backpack.
"Um, you are not smoking in my room." I sassed. "I'm not going to be smoking in your room, princess." He sassed back. "I'm going to smoke on your balcony." He was referring to the balcony out the second door of my room that led to outside.
"Wanna hit?" He offered. "Excuse me?" "Wanna hit the blunt?" Trigger started rolling the weed. I looked at him as if he just slapped me. "Of course not. Who do you think I am?!"
I have never done any kind of drug, and I definitely was not planning on it. I was deathly afraid of them, including marijuana.
"Geez, come on, sweets." Trigger gave me an eager look." He stood up, then grabbed me by the arm. "Come on." "What?" "Just come on." He took my hand and led me over to the balcony. He pulled back the curtains, then opened the two doors.
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