Brenda wanted a normal school year. Instead her mom died.
Salma needed space from her sister and terrible ex. Or else she'd lose her mind.
Delilah didn't think she'd have any more problems after moving far from her hometown. That was until she becam...
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❝Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to do it.❞
-Ally Carter
✏️ SCOTT ✏️
You don't mind someone speaking until they change their tone from talking to whispering. I wasn't a sensitive person. If you insulted it, I was more inclined to agree than to be opposed to the dig at me.
One comment that kept sneaking up in the back of my mind, even to this day, had to do with when I wore shorts once. Emphasis on how it happened once and only once. After putting it on, Brenda said that my thighs looked like they were "the size of Texas." Brenda was good at finding a sore spot in my personality, pinpointing it, and targeting all her attention on it so that it could remain under my skin all day.
I missed Brenda, missed her deeply, when I was kissing Delilah. The moment our lips met, the only thing I could recall was how it felt to date Brenda for a day. Dark clouds hung over my head after the slap, the well-deserved slap across my face. Kissing was such a small thing I wanted to do if I got the chance and permission to touch her. Falling into her, limbs against limbs, I wanted Brenda to myself.
Being engrossed in a spontaneous smooch with Delilah made me realize that, realize it clearer than day.
I was in love with Brenda.
Hopefully, desperately, and truthfully in love with her.
I wanted to sing it out loud, say it loud enough for the world to hear.
No, I thought.
No, only loud enough for her to hear.
Toni's P.O.V.
Hector had his hand on my knee. It was date number two, but there was no need for the contact. I hadn't made a move, and if this was his, I was hoping that it was his only attempt. Something in the back of my mind told me that it wasn't his single approach to undress me. All night, he was stripping me with only his eyes.
"I had a lovely night."
From the furthest corner, I could see my brother.
I gripped Hector's hand on my knee, slapping it down. "I loved every second of it."
It took almost every fiber in my being not to dig my nails into his flesh. The act alone, touching him on my own, brightened his eyes on me in a way that disgusted me.
"You're so sexy," he slithered the words out like a snack, licking his top lip. The peach fuzz was glossed with spit, grossing me out more. I wanted to hurl myself out of the car. We were turning on to the freeway. The wide Texas roads seemed sufficient for me to lung myself at the concrete and survive the drop.
