LIED PROMISES

12 - Lifeless

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❝ A miniature version of mother earth,
A woman is she not;
Gives you birth, nurtures you,
Despite the cursed battles she fought.❞

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EMMA

I felt as though I was losing myself in his brown eyes that were but pools of honey, it seemed as though they beseeched my presence, as if Steven beseeched my presence, and I kept gazing at him, but suddenly a realisation hit me, that we had the sports class too.

While walking, I heard a voice meeting my ears, "do you play any sport, Emma?"

"The only sport I play is badminton, and you?"

"Oh, that's cute. Mostly girls are into badminton," he giggled, and went on, "well, the only sport that I play is hunting - "

I was surprised! He sure could've been many things but a hunter couldn't be one of them. Um, I know I was being judgemental, but his non-muscular body and rather studious conduct was unsympathetic to the opinion that he could hunt. I was just about to say something, when -

"- of mosquitoes."

I hit him.

What! I couldn't decide whether I must laugh, or squeeze his balls, but ended up laughing because obviously I wasn't the sort of a girl who possessed a hundred guts required to do the latter, and a hundred guts somehow reminded me of Sarah.

"You know, I have this friend Sarah, she's bossy, and tomboyish, never make such a lame endeavour of cracking a joke in front of her, if you don't want your balls to be squeezed."

Steven stared at me in wonder.

"Do you even use that kind of language?"

"Why not, dickhead?"

"Oh my God! That word isn't even suiting you, you baby," he teased me, and I made a pout, then said, "you know you're an amorphous pile of rotten fish crap."

"Wow, you're turning me on, gosh," he winked.

"Ah, so this is what it takes to turn you on, rotten fish crap it is, eh?"

"Aye no, Emma, like, um - fuck off!"

I started to run a bit, we both giggling, and he immediately held my hands at my back, standing behind me, "you know what turns me on?"

"Rotten fish crap," I chuckled again, and he did too.

"Speaking of what turns you on - well, intelligence is a major turn on to me, I could say I'm a sapiosexual," I continued the conversation.

"Intelligence, that's, um, intelligent, I guess," he winked, knowing he was a brilliant kid.

"Yeah, you know those blonde-haired guys, with beautiful eyes you wanna drown yourself in, and sharp masculine features, with a muscular body - you know what I'm talking about, right? Those guys mean no shit to me, if they're fulla' shit inside the head," I said, looking at him closely listening, hiding away a small smile, and continued, "you see, the heart and wit matters, not the appearance," I waited for a reply.

"Yeah, beautiful people always say that looks don't matter, and then judge everyone on the basis of looks. You won't have a beautiful person roaming around with an ugly one," he said, smirking.