I was home alone, just chilling on my couch and watching TV. I was sipping on a Arizona Green Tea, one of the various flavors I now had stocked under my sink. The effects of the joint Chasity and I had shared were wearing off. I missed holding her. She was soft, and each glance at me through her lashes had my heart filling up with happiness that tasted like honey.
My phone buzzed, and a text from Chasity appeared.
I'm sorry.
It buzzed again
It got really bad. And he came back home.
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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...
