I walked briskly down the hall, trying to hide the coke-infused-sweat from last night. A few people glanced in my direction, quickly looked away. A couple people slightly smile, a small exchange of sympathy, until their friends shoot them a look and they shrug. So much for brotherly love. Most of them aren't even religious but they still remind me of the common "holier-than-thous". Even if I'd started a full time job as a committed fuck up. "Tiana?" Someone asks, I glance up, "how could you do something like that? Where's your head at?" I don't even have it in me to argue. And Saul? He moved to Indiana, unaware of any of this happening. Unaware of the only life in my eyes from my unconditional love for him. Eyes. Did mine even look the same? Or have they gotten bigger with coke and more obviously empty because this time I've really lost my darling? Oh for fucks sake Tiana shut up. Stop thinking about it. Or I really will throw up right here in the hallway. I side step a kissing couple and dart into class. I didn't want to think at all. We're reading "Romeo and Juliet" of all things. That book is my #3
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Teen Fiction"Look at me, whore" he growled and I felt a stinging sensation, realizing that he'd just slapped me. Hard. I could taste blood where the skin split on my lip. "You think you're better then all this? You think I don't know how to handle white tra...
