I was in my room in the bathroom and I was about to put on my shirt when I noticed my scars in the mirror. I stopped and I looked at them. I hadn't known I've been crying until I snapped out of it and quickly put on my shirt.
"You okay?" Mariah asked and I wiped the tears from my face.
"Yeah" I left and headed out to the pool. I stood on the side of the pool and I felt a presence on the side of me.
"So you were rejecting me all night because you go left instead? You could've..." I cut him off. It was Jordan. Of course.
"I'm not gay " I stated rolling my eyes, then I looked at him but that was my worst mistake. HE IS SHIRTLESS!!. The body of this kid is unbelievable I just might drool. Oh my lord I could use my tongue to trail those ab-- stop Clara. THE FUCK! ARE YOU DWAYNE JOHNSON'S SON???! Only with less muscles but I could tell you he's well on his way. Also how the fuck! Did I not see he had a trail of tattoos?! He has them from the left side of his chest and down his left arm. Also, some creeping up that side of his neck.
"But you just..." He paused probably noticed my staring. "See something you like?" he put his finger on my chin directing it to his face. Like that's any better, you know you're gorgeous GODDAMN IT!!. He had a brow raised with that smirk. "Eyes up her babe" I moved my face from his hands and rolled my eyes.
"She's my best friend alright" I turned back to the pool with my hands folded over my chest. That's the safest direction as of right now.
"So we do that with best friends now?" He chuckled. "Alright"
"I'm pansexual. You might not know what that is so let me explain..." He cut me off.
"I'm well aware of what pansexual is Clara. Also, that's why you looked familiar. Your Ty's twin but, nice of you to tell me your name tho"
"You didn't need to know my name"
"Yeah" He moved closer and leaned down. "But one night with me and you'll be screaming mine. I promise you'll be straight straight after that." I looked at him and he winked. Then all the boys came running making noise and jumped in the pool.
I almost fell in because they decided to run around me and someone must have bumped into me, but I was caught by someone. His hands were wrapped around my waist and I was firmly pressed into his chest. I looked back and it only could've been Jordan. The height on him is ridiculous tho. DID A GREEK GOD MAKE YOU THEMSELF??! LIKE WHAT THE FUUUUUUCKKKKK!
"How tall are you?" I asked as he looked down at me.
"Six, five" he answered chuckling.
"Six wh-! You almost taller than my dad! What th-!"
"Yo Bradley!" Tyrell yelled and I rolled my eyes. I appreciate him being cautious with me after what happened but it gets annoying at times. He should know I'm not stupid enough even if Jordan is extremely gorgeous. "Let go of my sister!" He ordered.
"Alright" Jordan answered with a chuckle and before I could protest I was already falling into the pool and my reflex was to grab something and that something was Jordan so we both ended up in the pool. We swam up to the surface and we shared a laugh. He reached out and brushed some wet strands from my face.
"Do you have on any makeup?" He asked being nice but here comes the wall.
"Why the hell would I put on makeup to go in the pool idiot?!" I snapped rolling my eyes and he chuckled.
"You probably wasn't-- nevermind. I don't know if you need to hear this or not but your beautiful. Very beautiful."
"Than--"
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Troubled Life
RandomClara is girl who was used, abused, and hurt. She doesn't trust any guy she comes across and with good reason. She has nightmares that almost feel too real, and she's always self conscious. If only most people knew that behind that bitchy, fierce, a...
