(Picture above is Duriah Blake, the main character. :)
It's been an entire year since a certain someone fucked up my life. A certain someone that just so happened to run away from his problems. All the way to, well, how should I fucking know?
During that time getting over Landon, the definition of a scum bag, I met Holden. Holden Madov. A boy whom I know I didn't deserve. He arrived at Jackson High, our senior year, a few months after the beginning of the school year. One word to describe him? Damn. Yep, just damn. As if he were a piece of candy, girls drooled all over him. Yes, I seriously just said that.
Anyway, Holden and I first met in art class, sitting next to each other as we painted random shit. He stole glances at my artwork, as I did the same to his. Innocent flirting. That's what you could call it. But, that is, until I shattered the ice defiantly, by dabbing my brush in black paint, streaking it across his arm. Thankfully, Holden had on a tee, no need to damage a shirt of his in the first place. At this act, he gasped, snapping his head in my direction and taking turns glancing at me, then to the black streak on his perfectly tanned skin. So, what. He does have hella amazing skin. Yeah, I am crazy. Anyway, after those seconds spent in silence, Holden finally spoke. "You know, I've always wanted to be black."
By that simple comment, my heart swelled. Fuck, his humor just killed my every cell. And his voice, deep and raspy. What's not to like about him? But, as I think this, Landon pops into my head. Stop, he broke your heart. Why does love have to be so difficult? Now, I am literally just rambling. Inside my own fucking head. Wow, I really need to check into a mental hospital.
Where as Landon has striking blue eyes and a blonde, more shorter cut style, Holden has deep, hazel eyes and a buzzed on the side hairstyle, with longer hair towards the top, his hair color a sexy black.
Landon, the last time I saw him, was 6'2, with a more muscular build. Holden is 6'5, a bit more lean, but still defined, his body muscular in all the right places.
Both boys contrasted in appearance, but shared the quality of a god. By quality, I mean panty dropping features from head-to-toe. Landon's a more aggressive, gets-what-he-wants type of guy, but softens to the touch once you break the surface, as Holden is a flirt. Plain and simple. Not a player, messing with girls type, but a genuine, more flirty type that catches girls instant attention.
How I was able to snatch two hotties, just like that? Well, don't ask me. I'm not good at answering questions. Whether it being a test, or a just in general. I am a more at ease girl, going with the flow. Wow, that just makes me sound like a complete dork. Hell yes I am, though. But, seriously. Ask me a question, you'll receive a blank stare. Or a snarky reply.
Shit, did I really forget to introduce myself after all this fucking time? Please excuse my manners. Was never too good at those. Anyway, I'm Duriah Blake, 18 years of age. Well, 18 in a week technically. But, that's besides the point. I am blessed with wavy, blonde hair, and dark blue, ocean-y type eyes. Most of the time you can't even tell the color, because I am always, and I mean always, rolling my eyes. Yep, I'm that one bitch. Doesn't deal with snot rags or douche bags. So, by that I mean; I hate mankind, both males and females.
Relax, I am just joking. If you should know a major key factor about me, well, I am the queen of sarcasm. My second language, if anything.
Now that you know a few minor details about myself, the show must go on. More like a cheap, why-am-I-watching-this, type film.
Bringing Holden back in, after we met that one time, our goofy conversations continued. I'd bash on his artwork, which was probably better than Picasso's himself, and he'd make fun of how I held my paint brush. Yeah, just two awkward humans being complete dorks whilst around each other.
One day, as we were free style painting in class, Holden didn't talk to me at all, no eye contact to even rely off of. Instantly, I could speculate that something was wrong with the damn boy. So, being the charasmatic human I am, I asked those three cliche words. "Are you okay?" Holden barely glimpsed up at me, focused more than ever on the canvas stealing away his attention in front of him. "Fine." I remember mumbling, directing my attention now to my own canvas. After what felt like a lifetime, misery its defiant support, Holden spoke up. His voice was quiet and brittle, as if it would crumble by saying just another word. But what he managed to say, made my heart speed up faster than a getaway car. "Duriah, did you, uh, maybe want to, well, go on a date with me?" Holden said shakily, his cheeks blushing a bright crimson.
"Holy, shit. I'd love to." I respond, a wide grin proudly sculpted onto my features. Soon, we shared the same expression.
Was I falling in love all over again?
Yep, sure was.
After that singular question, our time spent out of school together increased. We found an excuse to always be around one another, soon becoming inseperable.
The only difference with Holden now in my life, pushing Landon to the side, is that, our love wasn't by accident.
The accident made that impacted my life impeccably, was falling in love with a man incapable to love, when further down the road I could have waited for a guy who only knew what love was.
~Yet again, another chapter to accomplish. I apreciate to those who stuck through with it, even though the beginning is quite bland. But, I just wanted to provide all of the background information before diving straight in. Hope you can understand. But, next chapter will be in the present. Thank you. <3~
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Too Late To Love (Jealous Ex Story)
Romance"You're mine. You will always be mine. Fuck, why can't you see that?" He growls, exasperation in his tone, hands feverishly running through his disheveled hair. "I'm not yours anymore. I stopped being yours the moment another girl called you hers...
