nervous // h.q

01

Carmen had always loved Mark.

Ever since she was a freshman and he was a junior, she had watched him in silence for months until one day in feburary where she had stumbled upon him at a party drunk. She only remembered parts of that night since she had been under the influence of alchohol, she felt warm and had remembered what he said to her on the couch.

"I always watch you,: he whispered in her ear. "You're the one with the small breasts and the nice hair."

Carmen was flattered, she was 15 and stupid. They had kissed for a couple of minutes until Mark slid his hand up her skirt.

"Stop." she said.

"Why? Are you scared?"

"No, i'm not." she stuttered. "We're friends."

"I dont want to be your friend." He frowned. "I want to kiss your collarbones."