• - handle /'hand(ə)l/ [verb]
to take action in order to deal with a difficult situation •
With 18 years the internet- and food-addicted Tara Rayes is kind of forced to leave her home for 3 months. Her dad has a really bad illness which can onl...
"Good morning, Tara," Ethan greets me with one of his handsome smiles. I smile back - as if I had a chance not to - and pour the freshly made smoothie into a glass.
Don't be astounded - at home I never eat so healthy.
Just avocados. They're my life essence, okay?
"You want some?" I ask Ethan and hold up the blender filled with the delicious green goods.
He takes a few moments to answer and just stares at me, biting his bottom lip slowly.
"Uh ... sure." His voice is deeper than usual and he shakes his head as if he was trying to get some thoughts out of his mind.
But what kind of thoughts? ...
I probably don't even want to know.
I feel my cheeks heat up and turn away from him, putting the blender into the sink and starting to clean it right away after pouring the rest into a second glass. I gulp. I don't only wash it now because of my OCD, but to avoid some situation that may -
"Ah, thanks!" Grayson's voice suddenly appears and I look into the direction it comes from. "Just what I was craving, something juicy and tasty," he says as he takes my glass and winks at me. Swiftly he brings the glass to his full lips and takes a sip, mumbling a "Mmm." He turns around on his heel and leaves us in the open kitchen.
How can they both make me blush so easily?!
And honestly ... What are they both thinking of right now? Doesn't it just approve my theory?
I can't help but get goosebumps, not in a good way, though.
Ethan has already taken a sip from his (and I may or may not have heard him moan quietly while doing so), maybe to stop the conversation - or whatever floated in the air between us - from before. His glass is in his hands, therefore Grayson took my full glass on the counter. Ethan quickly places his smoothie in front of me.
I quietly chuckle as he completely seriously and kinda annoyed says, "Here, take mine."
"No, it's fine." I lay the dripping blender to the side and smile at him.
"He's a dumbass and always just takes what he wants. It's yours, you made it for yourself to drink, even though I have to admit that it's hella good." Now he's smiling as well.
"Well, then let's just share like the good, civilised teenagers we are." I take a sip as he bursts out laughing and I join him.
"Yeah, let's just share," he agrees and looks into my eyes intensely.
***
I have to admit; things are getting fairly boring in here. And what is even worse; I miss my dad. Of course my mom, too, but I am concerned about my father.
Who knows which condition he is in currently ...
I shut the door of my bathroom, make my way across the huge room with a slightly sad glance at the piano and exit it. The second I turn around I feel something pressing against me.
It's Grayson, pushing me with a slight pressure against the door. By now you know how jumpy I am - so I let out a shriek, obviously startled.
"Shh, sweetie, nothing to scream about. Oh, now that I think about it ..." His voice is low and close to my mouth. His hands are at my waist and my heart is racing.
What exactly is happening right now? ... My brain is in no state of being able to think clearly.
Very slowly and as light as a feather his lips trace over my skin, down to my neck, and press one kiss onto my heated body.
Good god. How can one touch feel so good?
Grayson's face is in front of mine again and his dark brown eyes stare at me lustfully. His grin is almost sinful.
Without any words or explanations he leaves me standing in the hallway, eyes wide in shock. I stay here for a few minutes, trying to return my heartbeat and breathing to a normal speed.
He's made a move.
And I liked it.
Shit.
With every minute that's passing in this giant house my theory starts to become more evident. I'm shook, to be honest.
I don't want to be a prostitute, even if it's for the sake of my father.
With shaking hands I open the door to my room again, step in and shut the door. I sink down to the bottom, wrapping my arms around my knees, laying my head on top of them.
Could he be a rapist if he made me feel so good?
And Ethan!
I trusted him, until now. If someone would've told me something like that when I first met him, I would've never believed it. I mean, he's this nerdy, shy, and cute boy! And the time with him here is just awesome. We are so different but we can talk for hours, we always do fun things together ...
Have I assessed him so wrong?
I liked his affection. And I thought maybe he was flirting with me because he also thinks I'm cute or something. But oh boy ... What if this all is just a big game?
Thoughts race through my head and I'm just confused. Nothing makes sense.
I feel one single tear slowly running down my cheek.
No. I lift up my head, swipe away the tear and take a deep breath. I won't jump to any conclusions without proof.
Maybe I'm just overreacting.
I stand up and go downstairs, approaching both twins with a smile, pretending that everything's fine and normal and that I didn't hear their words. Grayson buys my smile, he looks almost pleased to see me smiling, just Ethan looks at me unchanged.
His eyes bore through me and I turn away from him.
If this is the game they're playing I'll be the winner.
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good evening errrybody
or whatever time it is at yours
i wanna be done w school and i have the hardest two and a half years ahead aye
i have no idea how im gonna handle this story in the chapters that are to come.... {see what i did there, ha comedy}
but for now, enjoy this fetus picture where g looks five years older than e ~
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