She came to my house last night, in the same clothes since school, her makeup cleaned up and reapplied. She looked perfect and cold, like ice.
"Lake," she greeted, her gaze piercing through me.
"Hey, Chas."
"Can we talk?" Her lip quivered, but she straightened her back and clenched her jaw, her eyes shuttered shut so tightly that not even the tears hid behind them could leak out.
"Of course." I open the door wider and let her in. She goes up to my room and closes the door in front of me. "Chas?" I bang on the door.
"Give me a minute." I can hear the shakiness in her breath.
By the time she unlocks the door, the oak door has begun to ache on my back, and the carpeted floor has frown rather uncomfortable.
She's standing in a pair of my basketball shorts and a hoodie, hair up, eyes tired and makeup off. My breath catches in my throat. She's never looked so beautiful.
She leads me over to the bed.
But this time instead of fucking each others brains out, she curls up, her head on my chest and she cries. She cries so hard that my bed is shaking and the makeup that remains stains my white t-shirt but I could care less.
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHY I DO IT, AND SOMETIMES I FORGET WHY TOO. BUT THEN HE COMES BACK, KNOCKING AND IT'S ALL THAT I CAN DO. FUCKING FIXES ME. –CHASITY
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Cheap Chasity
Genç KurguShe 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...
