After a few nagging minutes from my mother, I make my way longingly up the steps. As I open my bedroom door, I feel a buzz in my back pocket. It reads,
'Hey, you & me my place tomorrow.'
After a millisecond of confusion, I realize that it's Austin. He's so fricken pushy, not even a please.
'Eager, are we?' I ask mocking him.
'I'm going to take that as a yes. Be here at 10' he demands.
'What makes you think I even want to come?' I ask
'Trust me, sweetheart, you do.' he says. Sweetheart. He just called me sweetheart. I immediately become infuriated. Why would he do such a thing?!
'Yeah?' I say tauntingly.
'Yes. You better be here.' He says demanding
"This is not right," I say to myself. I can feel the anger growing in my stomach like a fist clenching.I'm trying to find every reason to not go. But, my heart tells me different. My heart tells me that is should go. That he's different.
Austin is a player. He wants sex. That's all. I'm going. I'm going only to prove to myself that I can resist. I am going to resist. He won't get to me. At least I hope he won't....
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Amnesia
Ficção AdolescenteA girl, innocent and pure. A boy, dirty minded and wanting. But when they both meet something changes between the two of them
