CRYBABY

XII- Pretty Name

Jennie

My throat became dry, knowing this is my only escape. But like a wall- she was standing in front of me, pushing the adrenaline that rushes through my bloodstream with anxiety and disappointment.

Could I be disappointed at faith when I picked my own?

"Your best friend texted a couple of times". She went through my phone, already knowing there is no pin code or password. "Eric is going crazy in school".

Her eyes were boringly focused on my phone. I swallowed hard and watched her facial expressions curiously.

"Eric is spreading the rumors. He's telling everyone how he rejected you when it's the other way around. How foolish and dumb of him, honestly I don't expect less. Douchebags are douchebags". She stopped and looked deep into my eyes with an unreadable expression.

"Jennie". For the first time, I heard her say my name. And it felt weirdly odd and so arousing. Her voice was less cold and gentle.

And maybe, it's her saying my name that made a difference. But, to the situation. There was no win to win when I was stuck with her, and she just might as well kill me if she wanted to.

But, what's stopping her?

"A pretty name for a brat like you". She leaned on the door, grinning from ear to ear watching my face become red, and I can only fume in anger.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"You know you don't strike me like a professional assassin". I sarcastically muttered, watching her place a blunt in between her beautiful pink lips. "That's what makes me so good at it".

"You're good at giving people pain, that's what you're only good at, isn't it?". I asked, but she didn't lash back at me or torture me. "And giving pleasure too".

Her eyes turned dark, making my hands slowly shake but for my insides to ache for a simple touch.

I was blooming like a butterfly in the middle of her spikes, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Do you know what's so dark about killing?".

The puzzled look on her face— made the smoke come out easily and escape her lips. But, maybe if she trapped me with her lips again, I wouldn't want to escape them.

They tasted like heaven and I knew she knew what she was doing.

At least to me.

And I can only wonder; how many girls did she hurt before by her tongue?

"Killing is like aiming at your own heart, blinding yourself from the nostalgia of selection; toxic unresponsive actions. But it's like trying to make out the best of it when it's truly the worst". She licked her lips, letting the smoke fill in her lungs.

Like the beautiful piece of art she is, it's like she was trying to kill herself slowly with the smoke, but she saw right through it - the only way of escaping.

"That's why I prefer to kill slowly".

Her gaze met mine- her eyes looked so tired and scared for once. But, the reflection of our souls meeting- didn't shake her walls enough to make her stay.

She turned around, and I can sense her wicked - evil smile.

It looked like a broken one.

"Oh, and by the way. My name is Lisa". She husked and left me here, dumbfounded by the beauty of her name. Holy Mona Lisa.