Faye Raven has a reputation.
She's the schools 'good girl'. The nerd. The 'Flabby Faye' of her adolescence.
Or is she?
Because what kind of good girl has a blue streak in her hair?
What kind of good girl has a secret tattoo?
What kind of good girl...
Yesterday, The rain tried to imitate my hands, By running down your body. I ripped the sky apart for allowing it.
- Rupi Kaur.
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I am scared.
If it wasn't in the way that fear leaked into my eyes when Ryan touched me and I felt something.
Or in the way I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him senseless.
Then it must be in the way my hands shook as I got ready for our date.
Or in the way I debated for half an hour to even go at all. To get sick. Call a rain check.
But here I am, ready and waiting for the doorbell to ring, and for the butterflies in my stomach to explode into full blown fireworks.
I was wearing something fashionably casual. Following Ryan's instructions when he had called me to tell me to wear something casual and comfortable. I honestly had no idea what he was planning.
So I had slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, a stripped, sleeveless shirt that ran around my waist, and flowy sleeves that were separate but went with the shirt. Avril, being a fucking angel, had gone on a shopping spree and decided to find me something. I loved it.
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Slipping on my converse, a pair of gold hoop earrings and a simple, gold necklace, I touched up my mascara and lipstick before smearing on some highlighter and grabbing my phone.
Racing down the stairs, I slipped it into my back pocket and pulled my hair into a ponytail, smoothing it out before tying it. Asher stood at the fridge, face buried inside and I grinned mischievously, an idea forming in an instant. A way to relieve the nervousness through humor, to release the butterflies stirring up storms in my stomach.
Grabbing some water, I crawled towards his feet, hoping to God my muscles didn't decide to crack then and give me away. Although when Asher decided to delve into the fridge, nothing short of an earthquake could pull him away until he found the right snack.
I worried if this was worth wrinkling my shirt for but when I'd spilled water a safe distance from his feet and crawled away, I stood in the doorway, not regretting my decision in the least.
Taking a few steps into the hallway, I grabbed a piece of my mom's yarn from the dresser and stretched it across the doorway, smiling in delight as Asher sighed and scratched his head, bending down to shuffle through something. It was a miracle he hadn't heard me yet.
I stepped away into the living room then and cupped a hand around my mouth, slipping my phone out of my pocket and opening the camera with the other.
