I wake up the next morning, and my body feels groggy. I roll over to look at the time on my iPhone, seeing that it was only 9:30 am.
"Ugh," I groaned out loud as I placed my phone back down on the dresser beside me and pulled the pillow over my head, blocking the sun from my eyes.
Then, someone knocked.
I got up slowly, and practically made myself move my feet. When I opened the door, it was Benji.
As soon as I saw him, I felt underdressed. He was already fully dressed, he had on a pair of black joggers and a deep purple t-shirt that was hugging the six pack I now knew he had.
"Well good morning, Beautiful." He said, as he looked at me. What I realized was that he wasn't looking at my body, he was staring at my face. Analyzing it actually, admiring it.
I cleared my throat, looking away from his gaze. "Good morning, what's up?"
He slowly dragged his eyes from his exploration, and smiled.
That smile.
"I just wanted to come check up on you, making sure you slept okay. Any of the girls stop by last night to check on you?" He asked, nonchalant.
I looked away, feeling my face heat up. "U-um yea, and I'm fine, thanks." I told him, starting to close the door.
He stopped my arm, holding it still. "Can I come inside?"
Who was I to say no?
"Sure, for a few minutes."
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The Immunity
Horreur18 year old Kiara and her younger 12 year old sister, Erin have a rough lifestyle. Their parents are usually working or drunk. One day they're walking home from school, they hear a scream. Their neighborhood isn't the safest, so they think nothing...
