Draya.
"You're an arrogant, self-centered person. That's why I don't like you." 'Oooooh's' rose all around us.
"We'a see." I tried to move around his leg that was propped up on a desk in front of the teachers desk, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. "Let's do it." I shook my head 'no', and tried to move again and he just wasn't having it.
He pulled me even closer to him, letting his hands find my waist. He leaned in and placed his soft lips on mine.
And let me just say...
...OH MY GOD!
It was so hard to not kiss him back. On instinct I wrapped my arms around his neck.
This kiss was everything but innocent and the intensity of it was high as hell. His hands found my ass, and his friends went crazy.
"Get 'dat shit Aug!" They yelled. He pulled back and laughed while I just looked at him, not removing my arms.
"You wanted dat shit jus' as bad as I did."
I unwrapped my arms from around his neck, removed myself from his grasp and walked out of the classroom. I didn't have a sense of destination, I just left.
I got my keys and left the building.
- - -
I pulled up to this park in East Atlanta and just sat. I don't know why I left. Maybe I just wasn't ready to face the shit that followed.
Yes, I've been in a relationship before. No, it didn't last long. My uncle found a way to ruin it. It was right after I moved in with my uncle.
We were just chilling. Having a good ole time on the couch. We weren't doing anything we had no business doing, just cuddling and watching movies.
Halfway through Norbit, we fell asleep. Wrapped up in each other.
I was awoken by our bodies being separated and me falling on the floor. I clearly made out my uncles yells and Corey's screams. And I jumped up.
"What are you doing!?"
"You in here hugged up on some boy! He only wants one thing from you! And you have him on my couch!" My uncle screamed back at me.
I was shocked, and scared. Not for me, but for Corey and his safety.
"Let him go! We didn't do anything!"
"And I'm supposed to believe that!? Draya take yo ass upstairs."
"No! Not until you let him go!"
"I SAID TAKE YO ASS UPSTAIRS! IM NOT GON' TELL YO ASS AGAIN!" He turned to Corey. "AND YOU GETCHO ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I screamed, running up the stairs. He was right behind me though. Even with slamming my door into his face, he pushed it open.
"You hate me!?"
"Yes! I wish it would've been you that died instead of my parents! I hate you!" It was then that I felt a hand connect with my face. I held my cheek while tears streamed down my face.
"Let me give you a reason to hate me then." He snarled as he pushed me back onto my bed.
"Get away from me!" Instead he gripped my cheeks between his thumb and index finger.
"Shut the fuck up. I'm giving you the same thing you were getting from him." I thrashed around, trying to get away from him but he just held me down with his large frame.
"Please, move!" It didn't work. He ripped my shirt and pulled my pants off. "Uncle Torian! Get away from me !" He took off his shirt and undid his pants, all while I cried and cried. Cried like someone could hear me, like someone could save me.
"Does it feel the same?" I just kept crying. "Answer me!" He screamed.
I was 15, and scared as hell. Scared for my life and wellbeing. But didn't care because he continuously thrust into me without a care in the world.
My innocence.
My peace of mind.
My prized possession.
What made me – me.
Gone.
I just wanted it to end. I wanted him to stop. He didn't stop, he kept going.
I was no longer Draya Michele Ramirez.
I held my head in my hands as I obnoxiously cried against my steering wheel. Just the thought of that day gave me a headache and made my heart hurt. I would never be whole again. I could never get that back.
He hurt me – he's still hurting me. No matter how far away I am, no matter where I am, he still has that power over me. I just want to get away!
- - -
Why am I always parking next to this truck? I looked at the time, and noticed it was 11:46, meaning it was time for lunch. I wiped my face even though I knew my eyes were red and my face was puffy. I took the key out of the ignition and climbed out, locking the BMW behind me.
I walked through the empty halls until I reached my locker. When I opened it, I became confused because my stuff was sitting on the shelf.
I left the classroom without any of my things. Phone included. Yet it wasn't here.
I shrugged and hung my keys on the hook.
"Lookin' fa 'dis?" I turned and faced August, who held my phone in his hand.
"How did you get in my locker?" I asked taking it from him.
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah, it does matter actually."
"Red gave it to me."
"I guess, thank you though."
"Whea' you go, and why you been cryin'?" When I didn't answer him he took a step closer. "Helluh? Earth to Draya."
"It doesn't matter." I turned back to my locker, grabbing the lock and my binder. I closed and locked it and when I turned back around, August was extremely close. His hands found my waist again and pulled me to him. "August, what're you doing?"
This time August didn't answer me, he just looked at me.
He removed one hand from my waist and caressed my cheek with his thumb. As if on cue, we both leaned in to each other; his soft lips colliding with mine, molding perfectly with each other's.
My binder fell from my hands as I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. My back was pressed against the door of my locker with our lips in perfect sync.
"Well gah'damn."
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