Bria
It was now reaching 8 o'clock, and my evening had been less than eventful. I had hardly rode any rides since Samaad was trying to dodge Chris and Devyn— the only good thing that came from this was the cute teddy bear I got, and Samaad didn't even win it.
Now that we were leaving, Samaad dropped both Christopher and Devyn at her house, and by the looks on their faces I knew what they planned to do.
Gross.
As we traveled farther and farther from Devyn's house, I noticed we weren't going in the direction of mine.
"I think you made a wrong turn."
"Nah I know where my house is." He said with a chuckle.
"Your house? Uh, when did I agree to that?"
"Don't be a prude Bria, we're just gonna chill."
"No..we aren't. What about that do you not understand? Just take me home."
"Alright! I'm turning around...chill out. I don't know why you've been acting all...high and mighty." He said before making a u-turn.
"You're a dick." I mumbled, causing him to abruptly stop the car.
"I'm a dick? I was trying so hard all day to impress you and now you ain't even tryna do nothing for real. I wasted my money!"
Of course.
"I'm glad. Take me h-"
"Please just sit there and don't say anything else. I'm just about ready to leave you on the side of the road." He said restarting the car.
Christopher
Her parents weren't home. I sat nervously in Devyn's room as she undressed herself. Play it cool, Chris.
As she climbed on top of me my mind somehow went to Bria. I knew what Samaad's intentions for tonight were, and I also knew that they didn't match Bria's. I'd kill that nigga if I found out he was forcing her to do somethin- wait..why do I care what they're doing?
"You ready Chris?" Devyn said into my ear.
"Uh yeah.."
"Why are you so nervous? I know it's your first time but stop acting like a baby." She said roughly unbuckling my belt. She attempted to talk dirty to me, but it ended up sounding awkward and strange.
"Okay..where's the condom?" She asked me, sounding annoyed with my inexperience.
"Oh. Uh..." I said digging in my pocket, searching for the condom I'd stolen from my mother's drawer.
She laughed.
"Sometimes you act so slow, Chris."
Slow. I don't like that word. I hear it from my mother plenty enough.
I pushed her off of me, and began buckling up my pants.
"What's wrong with you? Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving."
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Teen Fiction[I initially wrote this in 2017, but I am doing a big re-write in July of 2021, I hope you enjoy the updated version!] Bria is a straight A student in high school, who at 17, is faced with the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother, b...
