I wanted to ask Chasity to be my girlfriend. I loved her. And after last Friday I wanted us to be official.
But when I went to her locker I saw her pressed against it, Nick Morrison mauling her boob and sucking her face. The hand that wasn't viciously massaging her boob was tracing the hem of her shorts. I felt a burn in my heart, so unfamiliar compared to the burn of my skin that Chasity made me feel. This burn charred my edges and made my eyes water.
I turned and slipped the watermelon Arizona I brought into the trash.
My thoughts were knives cutting into Nick's back.
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Cheap Chasity
Teen FictionShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
