10 Years In Denial

Chapter 1

His fingers travel under my shirt and delicately trace my hips as he places his other hand on the door behind me. He held his hand beside my head and kept his body close, caging me in. Both our chests are rising and falling laboriously, and he takes one last shaky breath and his eyelids flutter close.

I close my own eyes and start to lean in along with him. "Charlie," I gasp, as his lips brush mine. His hand moves from above me and has now threaded itself in my hair. He pulls my head to his and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm starts repeatedly ringing in my ear, its clamorous noise is giving me a headache. That's just what I need today, a fucking headache. I blindly reach out to grab my phone from my nightstand and promptly put it on snooze.

Maybe if I go to sleep quick enough I can resume where I left off.

"Wakey wakey Mina! It's your favourite day, the one you've been looking forward to all year!"

I groan in annoyance, that didn't last too long. Why can't I be left to dream about kissing my best friend in peace! Speak of the devil...

My bed creaks from beside me as I lift my comforter off of my head. "Hey sunshine," Charlie's annoyingly perfect face is being held in his hands. He's looking at me very condescendingly with his head tilted to the side, "What's up sunshine, what's got you so glum?"

All of a sudden I no longer wanna kiss him, more like stab him repeatedly with a butter knife. I quickly shoot up and grab his face, shoving him into the pillow. Maybe if I leave him there for just a minute more I can finally live in peace.

"Shut the fuck up, Chaplin," I ground out as he struggles to remove my hands from his head.

"Dear God, Amina!" he successfully wriggles his way out of my hold, "It's 7AM can you not start being violent until at least halfway through the day!"

"Then don't fucking taunt me!" I whine like a child. Today is the first day of he- sorry, school, and I'm not exactly looking forward to it.

I huff and climb out of bed, leaving him there. I drag myself to the washroom and do my business. I throw my hair in a high ponytail to wash my face. There's a pimple on my chin and I lean forward to get a better look, and in turn, see the dark bags shadowing my brown eyes.

I feel Charlie's arms encircle my waist and he rests his head on my shoulder. His warm breath hits the side of my cheek as he hums, giving me goosebumps. He hums and watches me as I brush my teeth. He looks at me in the mirror and makes stupid faces.

I rinse my mouth and let down my hair, taking a second to look in the mirror. I have a sort of bronze skin tone, so pimples don't stand out as much. My lips are fairly large and plump, I owe that to my mother. My eyes are large and almond-shaped, sporting a hazel colour, and my nose is slim and pointed to the tip, Jasmine says I'm lucky that I don't have a round button nose like her. My eyebrows are bold and thick, much like all brown girls.