Torture

The Drive-By

We were driving through the school line to get my little brothers. We were getting up to where Nicole was standing holding the stop sign. We finally made it. There she stood. Her long red hair down by the sides of her beautiful face. She was wearing a cream pinkish colored beanie over her perfectly brushed hair. 

A dark green colored jacket, zipped to the top to keep her warm. (It was super cold). She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that fit her curves perfectly. Luckily, our car stopped next to her as there was a traffic jam a few cars ahead. I studied her gorgeous figure, memorizing every detail. To the way, her dimples poked out as she lightly bit her lip, to the way, the jeans she wore outlined her hips. 

Back to her outfit, her jeans were tucked into her socks and boots. Her socks matching the color of her beanie and her shoes a dark brown color. They reached just above her ankles. But our car started to move. I made one quick look back but that was the last I saw of her. (For today).