He twitched his lips on his perfect. god-like, heart attracting face and I felt his fingers wrap around the top sides of my shorts.
With a perfect, non-wincing agitated move, he pulled my shorts to the floor.
❝Atticus...❞ I whispered closing my eye...
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Stacy's perspective:
My house had become this instant party chill out place where I failed to recognize how it looked before. No call from mum, no call from Chris and I assumed things were back to normal. What would have really happened if my fainting wasn't just an explosion of stress? Would they have at least cared to come and be with me?
No, Stacy. You don't want to get there.
My life, I had no control over it. I had no dominance over what I actually wanted. It had become like an on-going drama movie and I was sick and tired of it. Getting people's attention, figuring out why they pushed me away, moving on from broken stuffs, discovering secrets and I was tired. I am.
Can I not just have my old life back? Can I not be me, and still be loved for who I am, not what people are assuming to be?
I hate Nick, then why do I let him touch me? I'm in love with that jerk, but then again why do I push him away? I know my mother needs me, but why can't I give her my attention? I know I need gran, yet again, I let her go home. I'm doing things opposite to the way it's supposed to be done.
"Wow, don't you look...exposed?" Bonnie swung her arm around me.
I looked at her, she was more than right. "I don't even know what's gotten into me right now. This.." I gestured to all the short clothing, "This is all not me. I was never like this."
"No you weren't." She shook her head. "Bikini tops? Transparent min-thigh dresses, it's just some slut showing off an amazing body." She laughed and I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, how do you have that ass?"
I felt her spank my ass and I winced, moving forward.
"Bonnie!" I yelled, widening my eyes.
"Oooh, you like that huh?" She laughed stepping more closer.
I laughed. "No, you bitch." But I couldn't help hugging her the next second. She was something, someone who made my mind less stressful. I couldn't deny she made me feel normal.
"Just give it some time, it'll heal." She whispered and I felt protected now. Yes, I felt protected around her.
"You know, the crack is so big, I don't even think time can heal it." I shook my head, breaking the hug.
"See? That's where you're wrong. Give it time young lady, and it will heal. Be the old positive Stacy, not this negative, hot slut." She laughed wiggling her shoulders and bouncing her boobs.
I laughed again. "Let's shake some booty."
"You betcha."
We danced our way towards my lawn, beside the pool. Eyes were glued on me, and I somewhat wanted him to know I wasn't that bad a catch. More so, I wanted to know why he left me, why was he trying to push me away so much when he said he loved me?
