book one: t r o u v a i l l e french (n.) something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall book two: z e m b l a n i t y english (n.) the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know book three: q u e r e n c i a spanish (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where one is their most authentic self. book four: s a u d a d e portuguese (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant. --completed peak: #6 in poc #42 in short story

He sat quietly in the back, his voice was a mystery to her. His eyes a soft brown, something you'd see everyday but now it seemed so different. She smacked her lips together, she clenched her thighs together. Her stomach churning at the thought of him. She suddenly felt flustered. "Ronnie, you look-- horny" Betty murmured against her ear, she rolled her eyes returning her attention to the English book, that she barely had interested in. "You thinking about Scott?" Her shoulder pressing against Veronica's. She laughed feignly, she pushed her legs tighter. "Obviously" she whispered to herself with a sigh.

Meek tightened his grip on the sleek, gold pistol he held to her head and tossed her the small baggy of cocaine. "What's it gonna be, Robyn? You either stop fucking with her or I'll make sure she hates your guts." He snarled. Oh, and babe I'm fist fighting with fire Just to get close to you Can we burn something babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste Must be love on the brain

rihanna always wants what and who she can't have, and she can't have nicki. or can she?

BeyNika

Don't let his pretty face fool you.