*Mia's POV*
The next morning, I wake up sweating with a huge hangover. I turn blindly next to something ruff. Opening my eyes in worry I see a tall brown hair, and hazel eyes. I debate whether I should get up, but once I took the covers off of myself I was naked...
Am I shocked at myself? Physically, no. Mentally, yes. I'm speechless at this point because I think I just lost my v card to this stranger who I barely know. I stare at the ceiling trying to replay the actions from last night.I barely remember the night as it is. How many shots did I have again? A memory of having more than one shot fades in. Crap. So, this explains the killer headache. Water and some aspirin should help and I should do that right now. But I don't. I find myself staring back at the stranger should I wake him up and risk him leaving me? I really would kill for some aspirin right now. I'm never ever going to drink again including parties. This is right here is completely enough "teenage parties" I will ever go to.
I look over on my side to see an alarm say, "6:00 a.m." How long was I asleep? I have no memory of going to bed or the time.My mind travels back to last night, remembering the times he touched me in places I didn't know I loved about and the kissing. Oh my... The kissing moments where his tongue explored mine. Hmm...His mouth tasted like beer and cherry in my mouth that tasted so sweet and delicious at the same time.
I wish he were awake right now, so I can take in the taste again.My eyes explore his naked body reveling his stomach, face, and head. He barely has any sleeve tattoos on his arm, but his stomach is covered in them. In the center of his stomach, he has a small eye in the shape of a Illuminati. On the left side of his abs, there is a word "Devil" written in cursive sideways while the right side is a butterfly, how strange.
I turn to look at the alarm clock again and it reads, 6:08 a.m. I should really get going or my dad will be pissed at me more than he will be when I get home. Home. My home hasn't been my home since the day I was born. Who cares if I'm late? He probably was high or drink during my absence. I stare at the ceiling again till I feel my eyes feeling heavy and shift towards the stranger. For some reason I feel safe in his arms for once in my life I love how "safe" feels like, comforting in a way. I cradle myself in his arms hoping he will be here when I wake up.
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The GangLeaders Unknown Child
Teen FictionWhat happens when you get drunk and give your virginity to a gang leader on the same night? On a another note you find yourself pregnant! With the gangleaders child!! Then four years later, you come face-to-face with the gang leader. How will he...
