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Whoa baby. His breath feels so good against my skin... Hold up. Why are we moving so fast? And why does it feel so good? Why do I want the rest of him against me?
Is there some sort of medicine I can take to stop feeling so horny? Holy water should do.
"Adrian, stop," I breathe. "A cockalorum means a boastful person who's full of themselves."
"Hm," He hums. I close my eyes, and feel this heat of his breath against my neck. It's sending chills down my entire body. Then he unravels his arms from my body. I resist pouting even if I want more hugs.
His hugs are so much better than mine. I want him so badly- No, stop. You don't. Chill. I shake away thoughts of him and me, and turn back to Luna and Anna who are smirking at me.
"That wasn't steamy enough," Anna comments. "But I'll give you a B+ for trying."
"What do you want me to do? Go to bed with him?"
"Yes," Both Luna and Anna say at the same time.
I close my ears. "Stop, my virgin ears can't listen to all these dirty things." Virgin ears? Please, my mind has become thirsty for Adrian by now, I don't even know what I'm talking about.
"Oh please, I'm a virgin too and I've watched stripper movies too many times to count," Luna scoffs. I have to take a second to admire her eyes. They're so beautiful and dark, I could never. I wish I had dark features like Anna and Luna.
Anna's black hair, brown eyes, olive skin make her look dangerous. And Luna's black hair and dark eyes make her look like a goddess. My blonde hair, blue eyes and beige skin make me look like a ghost.
"Ooh, are the strippers hot?" I ask, eagerly. Luna giggles, and shrugs.
"Sometimes they disappoint. Most of the girls are really hot though."
"Ooh, you're into girls too."
"Yeah, I go both ways. Makes being in a relationship so much easier," She winks. I chuckle.
Blake kisses Anna on the top of her head as he walks by. Please, give it a break. Adrian and Blake are still playing a game on their phones. Probably Subway Surf. Too bad I don't have my phone, because I had a shit load of games on there.
After a while of talking, Anna gets a phone call and disappears somewhere to attend it. Dylan and Luna are making conversation, and Blake and Adrian are playing games.
Well... I feel left out... Maybe I could just go window shopping? Yeah, that would be great. I awkwardly get up, making sure not to disturb anyone and begin to walk out of the food court.
I should also plan on starting to look for a job. I was planning to look for one anyway. Fuck what Adrian says, I'm a strong and independent woman who is going to earn her own living. Just because he's keeping me in a mansion doesn't mean shit.
I'm not fucking golddigger, I'm capable of earning for myself. No matter how much I'm beginning to like him, there's a difference between liking him for him, and liking him for his money.
But just to be clear, I don't like him. Well, I won't like him until he gives me back the freedom he stole from me. That's that.
Ooh, that shirt looks very nice. So does that shoe... Should I really go buy it...? I shouldn't be wasting money on things like that. I shake my head and walk away from the store.
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