Stuck in Between [BWWM]

Chapter Two.

We met in high-school...

We dated from our sophomore year in high-school to our senior year of college. It helped that we went to the same college. She was beautiful and still is. In high-school, I would kiss her under stair wells and sly spaces in the library so no one could see us. She smelled like mangoes and dove soap and it was a lovely combination. Her lips tasted like orbit gum and sometimes fruit or chocolate. And I loved her hair, sometimes curly or braided or twisted--very versatile. 

On prom night we danced with our friends and each other. Her glittering blue dress matched the corsage I bought her. We danced to our favorite songs all night. And when it was over, I drove her to the beach and watched the moon turn her skin from brown to a bluish color. I could still feel the warmth of her palm in my hand as we strolled along the beach. Sometimes she would freak out whenever she'd see a ghost crab. She played music from her phone and talked about her dreams and asked about mine. We laid in the sand and she played with my hair and kissed me over and over. I swore to myself that I'd marry her.

In college, we would spend our weekends watching Netflix in my twin XL. Her head resting on my chest and her leg draped over mine. My hand laying over her ass. We watched a ton of shows and movies on that bed. It was hard to fuck on that bed, there were only a handful of positions you could do. I remembered times we got drunk or high or both and we'd storm into frat parties fucked up. I remembered one time we went on a ski trip in West Virginia and she broke her arm skiing for the first time. 

Olivia was my person. She was easy-going and was down for any and everything. She knew how to have heart-to-heart moments. Her chubby cheeks and bright smile brightened my day no matter how shitty it was. And her voice. When she talked it was sultry and deep but, when she sang, it was beautiful. She used to sing to me all the time. She'd sing when we were in the shower together. She'd sing when she'd do homework. And I loved it. I loved her joking nature and positive attitude. 

Her laugh was loud and boisterous when she heard a good joke. She fit me like a puzzle piece. She was my soulmate. And I left her.

I drove past her corner the next night. She was wearing a different wig tonight and a tight-fitted top and a jean skirt. She was talking to a woman that had brunette hair and a cigarette perched between her fingers. I drove past a second time slowly to get another chance to look at her. I parked my car near the corner and watched her. Her smooth brown legs walking up to cars and leaning into windows. I could feel my heart pound in my chest from anger. I closed my eyes and counted to twenty. Then, I heard a soft tap on my window. I opened my eyes and it was her.

I roll down my window slowly.

"I thought I recognized your car."Her wig tonight was a hot pink and her tits were going to pop out of her shirt if she leaned down any further. "Cole, go home. You shouldn't even be on this side of town."

"Oliv--Cinna, what you doing down here? You don't belong here." I said exasperated. She sighed.

"It's none of your business." She says calmly.

"Are you selling yourself?"

"What does it look like, Cole? Use that college degree and put those pieces together."

"Why? Do you need a place to stay? Do you need money?" I ask desperately.

"Cole, don't worry about me, okay? I'm fine. I've been fine for five years." 

I knew she wouldn't ask for help especially from me. But, I couldn't let another night pass knowing that she's on the streets selling pieces of herself to strange men.