I like to think that the basis of a relationship starts with three main things. Sex, Money, and Feelings. Which seem veryyy shallow and insensitive. But I have had Zero luck with all the above, Then again Im only 16 so maybe things will change? Her hands are tangled in my hair as I go down on her. My tongue slides along the inside of her lips. Clean scent, and the perfect lick of sweet and salt. I grip her waist, listening to her moans fill the space. This is wrong. I shouldn't be using her like this, not like this. But she owes me. And she's enjoying it. Isn't she? Sex. "Fuck you!" My voice shook as I screamed in his face, but he didn't give a shit. I knew he didn't, but I hurried to gather my things from his room, snatching my underwear from the matted carpet and pulling them on. He rose and blocked my path, his eyes glazed with the high of weed, his hand settling on my waist. Tears welled in my eyes. "Fuck me..." he said, his tone so infuriatingly arrogant that I broke down, sobbing. He pulled me into his arms, cradling my head against his chest. "Let's get food. Let me see your card, and we can talk it out." I nodded, not knowing why, but before I could find my voice, he had my wallet in his hand. Defeated, I hung my head. Money. "Our bodies are close, the warmth of our skin against each other is perfect. I can almost see the heat radiating from us. "I love you..." His tone is sweet, and I smile, gently kissing his forehead. "I love you more," I giggle back. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me passionately. It's perfect. Remembering this moment is perfect... But good things never last, and someone's feelings always get hurt. I just don't understand why they had to be mine... Why my. feelings."