Oh, how the Devil's game follows me; temptation shadows me like a tree over grass. It's wicked smile filled with crooked, rotting teeth stare back at me when I gaze upon anything with a reflection. The eyes that bore into mine filled with such an insane, condescending nature. I shouldn't do it. Not now at least. My thumb hovers over her name in my phone and I close my eyes, telling myself that this is not the time. The attention she gives me is so little, but so very much. She gives a little sprinkle of it to keep me interested, like rations to a starving child. But I do the same to her. I act as if she doesn't exist or breathe the same air as I. Mainly because if I did, Charlie would act as if she were a mother hen defending her chicks from the big, bad wolf.
Self-control is a hard thing to come by, but even harder to learn yourself.
When I think of her, thoughts and scenarios spring into life in the most vivid way. I get the most satisfying sensory overload when I imagine what could be of us, and what-if situations. When I think of her, I paint in my mind a small, shadow of a woman splayed across the grass of a forest. A woman whose eyes entice with just a single glance as they flash over with various kinds of emotions. I think of how I would be, laying next to her and looking into those eyes. I think of how it would be if she had complete control over me, just by a simple connection of gazes. She remains a mystery in my palm, whether or not I can infect her in similar ways she has infected me is the question. Her eyes beg me for competition, beg me to battle with my intellect alongside her. I would do anything to accept such a prominent display of intelligence.
But alas, this is going too fast for me, so as I set my phone down I take a deep breath, telling myself to not get involved with her so quickly. I can't drive right in if I don't know for sure that I can swim. I bite my lip, deleting her number off of my phone. I can't let her win me over like this. I cannot submit to a pretty smile and bright eyes.
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Into the Asphalt (girlxgirl/lesbians/lgbtq)
Teen FictionTrouble lingers upon my lips like the burn of hazard warning; I shouldn't be doing this and every bone in my body is screaming for me to stop. Green eyes control me like a snake in Medusa's den, coaxing me to dirty my hands in dried mahogany and dri...
