"You don't have to. Plenty of girls throw themselves at you every day, Trey," I yawned.
After a few more minutes of silence, I could feel myself starting to drift off to sleep. All of a sudden Trey's strong hand slid across my waist, skimming just across the top of my shirt, only to stop and rest on my side. As he snuggled his body against me , My breathing started to pick up speed, and the muscles in my body locked up so tight from the nervousness I felt.
"Kaycee, I know we don't look at each other like that, and honestly, I'm not even trying to take it there with you, but ..." He paused
"But what?" I whispered, still facing the wall.
"You are the only person special enough for me to share this moment with," he said.
Swallowing hard, I tried to find the right words to say, but in that moment my voice was literally caught beneath the lump in my throat.
When i didn't say anything in response, he finally asked,
"Will you let me take your virginity, Kaycee?"
Kaycee Jackson is a tomboy at heart, fitting right in with the guys. She spends her time fighting, hooping, and playing video games alongside her best friend, Trey. Kaycee soon discovers something that rocks her world. Will Trey and Kaycee fall apart . Can these two avowedly heterosexual boy and girl "besties" stay just friends?
WORK IN PROGRESS‼️
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There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying.
The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze.
Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong.
After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour.
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