Intrinsic

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to go to this conference on Saturday. It's for a writing event coming up soon and I thought you'd enjoy it." He scratches the back of his neck and the wheels start turning in my head.

"Sure, I- "

"Hi, guys!" A pitched voice chirps in.

Kill me.

Immediately, Ismail leans back into his chair, his eyes darkening in the process.

His hand moving closer to mine.

Visibly gulping, my gaze meets a pair of deceiving green ones. "Hey Noor", I croak out.

Before Ismail can speak up, she plops herself down onto a chair right next to him and drags the chair closer to his, the action causing him to flinch and look towards me nervously.

"I- ", he starts, but I cut him off.

I have my limits.

"Well, it was nice catching up with you Ismail. I'll see you later." My eyes turn to his and I shake my head. This causes Noor to raise an eyebrow, leaning into Ismail with a smirk plastered on her angel like features.

"Yeah, I'll see you later." He waves with his pinky tucked under his thumb and I nod, turning to leave.
This time, I didn't shut my conscious out as Noor's hand trailed over Ismail's knee, the way sweat trickled down the side of his face-or how numb my back was from the air conditioner.

Feminity was a cover-up,
even though no one could see,
the treacherous teeth sinking in, the flesh of the gender known as 'he'.
The striped white suit,
And the stunning smile,
Was all we remember,
The light and her mother,
The way they made either gender tremble.

WARNING: This book contains mature content that might not be suitable for a younger audience or anyone who suffered through anxiety or depression. Or just humans with real feelings in general.