I woke up but didn't get out of bed. I just kept looking at my phone. Like I was expecting something. I looked through my pictures and old messages with people. People I No longer talk to but wish I did. Jaylen hasn't said a single thing to me since the other night. The night it happened I texted this kid I know for weed and I said that if he came and picked me that I would Fuck him for it. He pulled and a drove to a park. got in the back seat. I got on his lap and started making out with him I could feel him get hard. I ripped of my shirt and his eyes widened he starts playing with my boobs. I got down and unzipped his pants and got down on my knees and you guys can guess what I did next I got up and took off my pants. and got on top and started riding. after an hour we were finally done. I got my weed and them I got home I smoked it and passed out. and I might have taken pictures and sent them to Jaylen but I didn't fucking remember till I looked at them
I felt so guilty about it. I basically just fucked everything up. Did I feel like was I getting payback for him not coming to see till now. that's not Okay, why am I so stupid!? But when you think about Maybe there was a reason Maybe it as a good thing you did that dont feel sorry for some nigga that cant even come see you in jail because. " It's to hard for him" Nah nigga shut the Fuck up with your lying ass.
When I start thinking about that I get a text.
DYLAN: Hey babe last night was amazing! you were so good. we should do that again.. but Maybe next time we'll be together.. you know like a couple..
ME: OMG Yes!! last night was amazing! you were so great! and we should.. and are you talking about dating?
DYLAN: YASS! babe I dont want you just the sex I want there to be something more than Fuck buddies or friends. I want you to be mine!
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Sweetheart
Teen FictionA girl named Stromie, fell in love with someine then fell in love woth another to find oit she never ment to lose the other.. cant handle the pain. and you can read for the rest.
