Back at it again with another oneshot ! Though if anyone likes this one, I can definitely continue it ! I have a few ideas.
I swear I'm gonna work on my other main story. Just hit a little writer's block.
Rated M for sexual content. Ya'll know the deal.
"Jasmine, I still don't see why you couldn't think of a project a little more PG for this project."
Jasmine's eyes rolled so hard her pink ceiling was her only view for a good second. "Huey no one else would think of something like this. I'm gonna win the science fair for sure."
Huey glared his usual disapproving glare, the warm brown of his eyes seeming to frost along with his attitude. Currently he and Jasmine were sitting in her room, on the pink hello kitty covers of her bed. He was such a silly sight there, clad in a black shirt, jeans, and a singular silver chain – all while being surrounded by the pink overflow of Jasmine's lair.
What was even sillier, at least in the revolutionary's mind, was Jasmine's brilliant idea for her science project. So good she was sure she could insert it in the school science fair and gain a medal for her collection.
"Huey," Jasmine began again slowly. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement as her hand met his tense shoulder. "Sex is one of the huge topics in biology. And a ton of chemicals are released during it, so it also relates to themes in psychology. If I make my report on sex, something that a lot of students have some odd interest in as well as something most of them haven't experienced yet, I am sure to get the student vote!"
Huey's eyes stared daggers into her hand, and she twiddled her fingers nervously. "So, you are going for shock value." His eyes flickered back to her, unimpressed.
She folded her arms and shrugged harshly, the movement making her bed creak slightly. "Sue me! You know it would work."
"That's all fine and dandy Jasmine." Huey blinked slowly, the muscle in his jaw tense. "That still doesn't A : Deal with how much trouble you are gonna be in –"
"Since when do you care about what an adult thinks sir?" Jasmine huffed, her exaggerated movement once again moving the small bed. Huey slowly closed his eyes, a headache raging. He hates when she gets like this.
"Or B," he continued, " why you have to actually HAVE sex to do this project."
She gasped, and Huey opened his eyes again. She was frowning severely, her hair now hanging looser on her face from all her exaggerated movements. Why she was being so dramatic? He would never know.
" Huey one day I'll be a journalist." She stated flippantly.
Groaning, he fell backwards on the bed.
" Which means," she continued, moving to curl up to him slightly while still sitting up, " I want to have credibility. And in this case, how can I write about something with 100 percent surety if I haven't experienced it?" With her head resting in her left hand, she used her right to toy with his stupid silver chain. It's so funny the small similarities he has with Riley – like the ridiculous need to wear this thing around his neck. Though Riley's is definitely much flashier.
His arm moved to cover his eyes the muscles in his bicep flexing slightly with the movement.
"Jasmine you only want to be a journalist because you're nosy." He spoke, forcing himself to be patient. "And if one day you are a journalist and you are doing a story on a murderer, are you going to murder some puppies first to get an idea for your story?"
Silence met him. He removed his arm to look at her. She was still toying with his chain, though she was no longer looking at him. Looking out her window, she bit her lip slightly, considering his words. The losing light of the day shone through her hair, a fiery halo of orange and gold. "Look obviously I can't put myself in every situation I plan to research." She turned to look at him again. Her eyes held hope. "But with this I can." She claimed passionately, "And this fair means a lot to me. I can only completely dive into my present abilities and assignments, and I plan to give my all in everything I do so I can best prepare for my future." She smiled down at him, her hand moving to his chest. Huey stared at it.
Still unimpressed.
" So Huey…"she huffed, " will you have sex with me for my project ?"
They had been best friends since he first moved there with his family. With his giant fro and constant frown, Jasmine was intimidated at first. But in time, despite his more than abrasive personality and desire it seemed to push everyone away, Jasmine felt herself grow super close to him. He was the only one who, despite complaining the whole way through, would join her tea party with Mr. and Ms. Wuggles. Who would indulge in her many exhibitions, such as trying to get a pony or selling girl scout cookies. He would one moment ridicule her with his harsh look on reality, and the next punch a dude for trying to touch her ass (which had been getting embarrassingly bigger over the years). Now at 16, they were as thick as thieves, though Huey would for sure deny that. She knew he would always have her back. She could always count on her Huey to come through.
"No."
Jasmine blinked, her hand toying with his chain halting. As she glared into his deep brown eyes, he stared back at her. Blank and unyielding.
She frowned bringing her hand up to push back her hair. " Why."
Huey scoffed, lifting himself to sit up, elbows resting on his knees. It was his turn to stare out the window. "Jasmine I don't think your first time should be over a school project. And I think having sex together will fuck up our friendship. Or at the very least make it confusing."
Jasmine stood up onto her fuzzy carpet, crossing her arms as she faced him. "How."
Huey rolled his eyes before turning his head slightly to look at her. The little light left outside made the ends of his fro a pretty light brown. His eyes shined like that warm red brown rock she found in the town's lake on that one summer night they went on a walk…
Huey look !
Jasmine grabbed the pretty thing from the river.
Jasmine you'll fall in –
Look at how pretty this rock is !
She held it up in the dying sun, watching the browns swirl and melt into something so rich and magical. And she looked at him, her eyes widening as her brain made the realization. He was walking towards her, uncaring that his jeans were now drenched knee deep in the rushing lake water. His eyebrow rose as he looked at her. "Yes ?"
Jasmine loss words for a moment as she blinked up at him- as he got closer and closer and the comparison between those eyes and her new treasure was blatantly undeniable.
"Huey," she had whispered as he finally reached her. He was close enough that she had to look all the way up her nose at him. He smelled of the water and pine and HIM.
"Yes Jasmine ?" he frowned, concerned. Those lips pressed together, and she found herself leaning.
Falling.
Her eyes shut, and she pushed the rock into her pocket.
"Nothing. I saw a fish that had reminded me of you but lost it."
He looked miffed – who wants to be compared to a fish- but he let it go, grabbing her hand and leading her safely through the river back to land. " Come on. With your luck we'll both be sucked into the tide."
…Those same eyes that stumped her that day were staring up at her now. Those same lips that reeled her in were pressed together in an incredibly disapproving line.
Of course, the only reason she wanted to do this with him was because she trusted him the most out of any man. But… honestly his looks were a plus.
You need him because he's a familiar face. She reminded herself.
That's all.
That was all.
"Fine." She frowned, looking at her headboard. "I guess I'll have to ask someone else to do it with me."
Out of her peripheral she saw him pinch the bridge of his nose, most likely nursing that headache he was complaining about. "I'll ask Caesar. Or that dude from our math class."
Huey stood up, sighing. "Look Jazmine-"
"Maybe even Riley would-"
Suddenly she was spun around, so fast she felt dizzy." Blinking, she looked up at him. He was gripping her arm, and far too close to be thinking any other thing but what she wanted him to be thinking. She quirked an eyebrow at him as he looked down at her, his jaw clenched so tight she was sure he would chip a tooth.
" If we go through with this brilliant idea of yours, you have to promise me three things."
She blinked up at him expectantly, her trained eye noticing his hard swallow.
" You won't become attached to it emotionally. You recognize that any fall out that happens is your fault."
She gulped, forcing herself to keep looking at him directly. In his too brown eyes.
"…And?" she asked, voice slightly too pitchy. His grip on her arm softened slightly, and he thankfully moved his focus from her to her bed. "If you have any discomfort at all," he began, looking back at her, " you stop me. Capiche?"
She nodded, a little too enthusiastically.
She must be really excited that her project is going underway.
"My parents won't be home for another 2 hours. Let's do it!"
" Wait you mean now ?"
She broke from his grip completely before jumping onto her bed. As Huey watched her, shell shocked, she tore off her pants and shirt, before doing small stretches for her neck and arms. She blinked up to where he was still standing, frozen in what looked like complete embarrassment. "Come on Huey we don't have all day."
Huey breathed through his nose, swallowing again before crawling onto her bed, standing up on his knees. His eyes took her in for a small second before he grabbed her by her ankle, pulling her towards him.
"Ayye woahhh- "she skidded down the bed like a cartoon character before stopping at his knees, the ankle he was holding up by his torso.
"Aren't you eager." He huffed, surprised. He let go of her ankle to take off his own shirt.
And suddenly all Jasmine's bravado dissipated. "Um Huey since when have you been so…"
She blushed as his eyebrow rose, and he was lifting her leg again. "That's none of your business Jasmine."
She nodded stupidly, her brain soaking in his chest, his abs.
And his happy trail.
A warm wet heat pulled her from her reverie.
"Huey! What are you doing!"
He turned to her, annoyed, from where he was planting the wettest, warmest, softest kiss on her ankle.
"Exciting you." He said, as if stating the obvious. His tone warm bicep was resting on her thigh, and Jasmine could hardly pay attention as he continued, "I can't just stick my dick inside of you Jasmine. That would hurt. I need to get you ready."
She huffed, her cheeks getting super-hot at hearing the word "dick" out loud. Maybe she was in over her head.
"What makes you so sure you are capable of that Freeman?" she huffed.
Silence met her, and she felt her hands clutch at her sheets. Slowly, his eyes narrow. Zoning in on her. Dangerous.
And she knew she should have kept her mouth shut.
"Huey!" Jasmine's head fell back onto her plush comforter as he pulled her even closer, spreading his knees out slightly on the bed. When her area contacted his clothed one, she stilled.
Sweet White Jesus.
He smirked, his lips moving to leave long open-mouthed kisses on her ankle, down her calf.
He was ignoring where they were pressed together, which was boggling her mind, because how could he possibly be able to ignore it?
Jasmine huffed frustratingly, feeling the heat emanating from him. Feeling him growing on her center.
"Huey…" she flushed, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her. His heat and those kisses were making it hard to think. "I don't know what to do… I'm overwhelmed."
He hummed against her skin, and the vibration sent chills through her. "Think about your report." He reasoned, his strong fingers stroking her leg. His other hand pulled her more into him by her hip, and Jasmine swore she was losing her mind. "What are you going to write about."
She blinked rapidly. As always, he was full of brilliant ideas. Jasmine reached for her dresser, pulling out the small recorder that she used to record ideas. Fingers slightly trembling, she pressed record, bringing the mic to her lips. "In the initiation process," she began, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice, "subject has begun to ease the receiver into the activity with… um… Huey-"
She gasped loudly, as the hand on her hip had moved to rub her.
Rub her there.
"Foreplay." He murmured the word she was looking for into her skin, biting her softly.
She gasped, biting her lip. "Right. Foreplay. The subject is starting off small as to ease… oh god Huey what is that?"
She whimpered, straining to see what he was doing.
And wow what a sight.
Huey had leaned down, leaving her leg over his shoulder. " His hand had moved her frilly panties out of the way, and she couldn't help but think the pink lacy frills looked so funny near his face – like pink sideburns.
Then it hit her.
"Um Huey I didn't think we would be getting this close." She wailed, trying to close her legs. She can't believe this – he was just supposed to whip it out and stick it in. A little wham squirt, thank you sir. Why was he doing this? And why was her confidence in this project suddenly evaporating?
She shivered when he spoke, his breath tingling her there. Lighting her on fire.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No!"
No?
She frowned at herself, shivering. He looked at her from his place in between her legs- two seconds from putting those long, thick fingers into her sopping center. Yet his eyes bored into hers. "What did you promise me?"
"I… I'm fine…" she shivered, leaning back. "Just embarrassed."
He said nothing, and when she looked back down, she watched him trail his eyes over her body. Her heart thumped at his lost expression. "You focus on your notes." He spoke firmly, looking up at her eyes again. "I'll focus on making those notes worthwhile."
She let out her first, breathy moan as the first finger slipped in. "God. Um, subject is still preparing receiver. Initial insertion with finger is slightly uncomfortable but… oh wow." Jasmine bit her lip as he stroked inside of her, as his movement became easier. " It is definitely loosening and exciting the receiver."
Though he knows she isn't talking to him, Huey hums, removing his finger. Cold replaces him, and Jasmine can't help but look up accusingly.
And then his tongue contacts her.
And all hell breaks loose in her mind.
" Ohhh Huey-"
" Stop paying attention to me Jasmine." He murmured before licking again, his tongue diving into her. He ran his tongue over her clit, sucking gently.
Shuddering, Jasmine forced herself to think about her mission. This project. "Subject has deemed receiver not ready for final insertion, though she certainly is." Jasmine huffed. Huey let out a small chuckle against her, before inserting a finger again, and fuck fuck fuck fuck –
"Subject is really preparing receiver." Jasmine whimpered, squirming slightly. "So definitely excitement is a real thing. Um, I don't know which chemical is being released but, wow my heart is pounding, I can't catch my breath. I feel so warm-"
Jasmine gasped again when he moved up to her, and they were looking each other in the directly.
" I think the subject is ready." He said quietly. He rose an eyebrow again. "Is she?"
Jasmine gulped. "Yes the receiver is ready for the final insertion."
"Can I kiss you?"
Jasmine gaped at him. "Um- is that appropriate."
His eyebrows pulled together. "I can put my dick inside of you but I can't kiss you."
She flushed. He had a point.
"You need a distraction." Huey reasoned with her.
Jasmine looked down at his lips, gulping. How could he be so calm about this?
"Okay…"
His lips moved towards hers. He looked into her eyes once, assessing her expression, before grabbing her chin and pulling her face closer to his until their lips met.
Jasmine had been kissed before.
By her kindergarten boyfriend. By that one guy who ended up getting put in the hospital by Huey because she hadn't wanted to kiss him. By her date to winter formal who used way too much tongue.
But when Huey's lips met hers, she didn't feel grossed out or even nervous. His warmth encased her, enveloped her. His lips moved against hers so sweetly, so naturally. She couldn't help the moan of content that escaped her. The recorder clattered off the bed and onto the floor with a thump as she moved her arms went around his neck, pulling him in. She whimpered as his hand contacted her core again. Checking on her.
To see if she was ready for him.
"I'm going to insert Jasmine if that's okay." He muttered, sounding distracted.
Her hands moved to his cheeks, scratching his stubble. A content groan rumbled from him, and she was mesmerized. "Jasmine."
"Mm?"
"Are you ready?"
She moaned softly, leaning towards his mouth again.
And he pulled away.
Leaving her cold again.
Abruptly his fingers moved to her chin, forcing her to look at him directly. "Are you ready Jasmine?" he asked, almost coldly.
She nodded empathically, watching as he gulped moving slightly.
She felt pressure near her center again, and her eyes widened. When did he take himself out ? And why didn't she get to see him, but he saw all of her?
"Kiss me." His breath tickled her face, and as if in a trance she complied, her lips meeting his clumsily, desperately.
She tried to focus on his lips, his warmth, the feel of his back muscles under her arms. He felt so good. Why hadn't they done this sooner? She was so full of emotions, so full of feeling-
She bit his lip hard on instinct when he pushed himself in.
He winced, cursing slightly.
"Ach I'm so sorry I-"her breathing stopped as he shifted inside of her.
She whimpered. He felt so big, but he had slipped in so easily – he wasn't kidding about getting her ready. "Huey why aren't you moving." she gasped.
He didn't respond, instead moving to kiss her jaw absently, making her heart tug – it was too much. Too lovey, too-
He began to move slowly.
And wow.
Her eyes widened, her teeth sinking into her lip as she looked up at him, her eyelids fluttering.
He cursed, and moved slightly harsher, and her head fell back, eyes rolling into her head.
The bed began to slightly bang against her pink flowered wall, the sound somehow exciting her further.
"Don't forget to breathe Jasmine." He muttered tightly, eyes trained on her.
Oh wow she totally wasn't breathing.
After taking a deep breath she threw her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Her eyes fluttered rapidly. It felt so unreal – so painful and so good and so heavenly. She couldn't remember truly feeling anything before he was inside her.
"Don't hinder the research Jaz."
She could barely focus on his voice. " Huh ?"
He moved her hand away. " Moan Jasmine. It's part of your project remember?"
She nodded, not really listening, and looked into his eyes as he continued thrusting into her, the sounds of her moans, his groans, and the creaks of her bed filling the room.
The way he slid out of her, though it was a mix of both pain and pleasure in the first few minutes, turned into something even more. Even better. Each slide of his dick inside her created the most numbing, mind boggling burst of pleasure, massaging her walls and slamming into places she never knew were so empty.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't remember who she was, where she was, or why she was doing this.
Staring up into those warm brown eyes, all she could think was him.
Huey, Huey, Huey.
"Mmm ?" he mumbled, distracted. He leaned closer to her. The movements of his slowed down, and on instinct her arms clamped around his back, He couldn't leave – he wasn't allowed to take this from her.
But Jasmine hadn't realized she'd spoken his name out loud.
He slowed even further, making her whimper. "What is it Jasmine," he asked firmly, brushing sweaty locks out of her eyes. " Do you want to stop ? I'm sure you have everything you need –"
" But a climax !" she sputtered.
His hand paused on her face, his eyebrows slowly lifting.
How could he look so good and so calm while he was completely wrecking her ? Did this mean nothing to him?
"That- that's the m-main part." Jasmine stuttered. Her hands gripped his forearms, and she instinctively clenched around him when she felt the muscle flex underneath her fingertips.
He slowly closed his eyes, biting his lip slightly before forcing his eyes open again. His stare down at her was a little hazier.
Good.
"I need the whole experience." Jasmine continued, her fingers tightening. " So please Huey. We've already gone this far."
He continued to stare down at her the muscles in his jaw flexing.
She embarrassingly looked down at where they were still connected, where she knew he could feel how wet she was, how desperate. " U-unless you think you can't get me there.?" She asked, looking back up at him.
And there it was. Something flashed in his eyes, something menacing and prideful.
She had amused him, and the fact that he found her doubting him amusing made her heartbeat against her chest in anticipation.
He watched her a few more seconds before speaking again. "Turn around Jasmine."
It was embarrassing how quickly she flipped over, her body flapping onto her stomach like a pancake.
Without hesitation he was inside her again, one hand squeezing into her hip painfully, the other around her throat pulling her ear up towards his mouth. He set the most punishing pace, the headboard banging so loudly against the wall Jasmine was sure there would be a dent. She couldn't believe the sounds that were coming out of her, couldn't believe the words Huey was whispering into her ear.
Her hand reached behind them to clench against his hip whether to push him away or draw him closer, she had no clue.
It was all too much, so much, she-
" Are you right there Jaz ?" he was definitely smirking, though the slight shakiness of his voice betrayed his bravado.
She nodded emphatically, and he chuckled, biting at her ear, the nape of her neck. He whispered, his voice grave and filled with pleasure : " Let it feel good Jasmine. Let your body release on me."
Yep that'll do it.
With a loud, broken sob of a squeal, Jasmine felt herself disintegrate around him, felt her walls and muscles melt and her body collapse on itself. She clenched on him hard, needy, and he bit into her shoulder, his nails digging into her hip painfully. He fucked her through her orgasm until she was a twitching mess, and then pushing her farther into the bed with his hand on her back. He gave her a few harder, painful thrusts that had her tearing at her sheets, her eyes tearing up. With a final thrust and a final small clench of her hair, he whipped himself out in record time and came onto her back, releasing a deeply low and satisfied groan that made Jasmine tense up with excitement again despite her exhaustion.
For a few short minutes all that could be heard was their breathing. Huey's hand stroked her lower back absently. She thought about all the times she caught him staring at her ass and how she always chose to ignore it. Now he had a full-on clear view. The bed moved and squeaked as Huey got up, walking to her bathroom. Though her head was still stuffed in her blankets she caught a glimpse of his bare ass, and felt herself flush even further, digging her head farther into her covers. She heard water and a few seconds later felt the warm roughness of a towel dragging down her back, cleaning her and applying slight pressure to the areas in her back that felt sore and on fire. She softly groaned at the feeling.
She couldn't believe what just happened. How amazing it was.
How glad she was that it was him and no one else.
Though worry did prick at her at that thought – maybe this wasn't such a great idea…
She hadn't expected it to be that good. For him to be so good to her, making sure she had the perfect wetness to take him comfortably, pressing warm cloths onto her back. He was confusing her, making her feel those things she shouldn't, those things she forced herself to bury long ago. What if he was right before? What if their relationship would never be the same?
He had been right. She could feel it. There was no way she can be around him, look into those eyes, drag her own across his face, his body, and not think about this day. Not think about how good he made her feel.
I think having sex together will fuck up our friendship.
Promise you won't become attached to it emotionally. You recognize that any fall out that happens is your fault
Tears pricked at her eyes again. She had promised him. And here she was, worn out and emotional. She had ruined their relationship for good.
"Did you get all you needed ?"
She frowned, still not looking at him. "Huh? For what?"
The towel halted. "Your project Jasmine."
She tensed. She was such an idiot. "Oh- a yes. Yes, it was perfect." She cringed. Terrible word choice. "Thank you, Huey."
He hummed indifferently in response. The heat of the towel disappeared, and cold air greeted her back, making her feel once again regretful.
It was quiet as she heard him rustle to get dressed. When it got too quiet, she forced herself to turn her head to look at him, gasping indignantly at his face. He was staring down at her, but not with lust.
He was angry.
"I thought I told you to tell me when it was too much." His eyes flicked to her, blazing.
She frowned, trying to get up.
And straight pain met her.
"Ah!" she fell back, and Huey walked over to her, his hand moving to her shoulder. Electricity went off where his fingers met her skin, a distraction from the pain.
"It's fine." She gasped, not meeting his eyes. She needed a subject change, and she needed it fast. "Thank you again Huey. I'm a shoo-in for a medal." She smiled, looking out the window. She could not look at him. She would absolutely cry if she looked at him.
And she knew he knew that.
Huey sighed like he was burdened with the weight of the world, walking back to her bathroom. The water ran for a few minutes and then he was back, slowly putting his arms around her, lifting her naked body from the bed.
" Wah-"
" I cant believe I have to do this." He grumbled, walking them into the bathroom.
He had drawn a bath for her, and she gasped, trying to wrestle from his arms. " Huey-"
"Relax." He snapped, and the anger in his voice made her go quiet.
" I asked you to stop me and you didn't. Now you look like hell. I knew this was a bad idea."
Hurt rang through her pounding at her stomach. She glanced at herself in the mirror as he put her in the water, at the bruises on her chest and hips, the scratches. Then she looked at him, at the pure anger on his face – though the way his full brows pierced, she wondered if he felt guilty.
He shouldn't. That was the best feeling I have felt in my life.
She cringed at her thoughts, forcing herself to unwrap her arms from his neck as he put her in.
The heat of the water instantly began to ease her sore muscles, and she let out a too loud, satisfied sigh. He cut his eyes at her face, and embarrassment made her sink deeper into the water. Shaking his head, he left without another word, closing the door behind him.
He must hate her now. She sank further into the water, closing her eyes. The water felt nice, and Huey had added some of her favorite bubble bath and even a few drops of her favorite eucalyptus oil. He was such a good friend.
Friend.
She winced, forcing herself to focus on the smells and the heat of the water until she heard the door open again. He was back, shoulder pressing his phone to his ear, a towel in his hand. " No Riley, she cant stay over. Grandad will have both our heads. He rolled his eyes at something Riley said back before almost expertly grabbing me under my legs and back, pulling me out. I grabbed the towel and hurriedly covered myself, though he seemed far more interested in his conversation than me anyhow. "Look I really don't wanna hear granddad's mouth. And you don't know how to be discreet."
" Smh okay nigga," Riley sneered, Jasmine now close enough to hear, " you sneak a few girls over a few times and suddenly you're the expert of being sneaky.
In record time our eyes met. And shock made Jasmine's head swim.
He was having sex. With who?
And he never told her ?
His eyes were unreadable, and she folded more into herself as he laid her on her bed, throwing the cover over her. "Look Riley if I see someone in my room I'm beating your ass. I'll see you in a second." He hung up, and Jasmine watched as he grabbed a pill bottle on her bedside table and slightly slammed it back down, as if to make her acknowledge its' presence. His hands moved to his pockets. " Aspirin." He stated solemnly. "Take it for the pain. Hopefully you'll be good for school after tomorrow."
" But class is tomo-"
He cut his eyes at her and she immediately dropped her own to her covers. He was probably right – she would be a little banged up for school tomorrow.
He is the expert anyway, she thought snidely.
" I should go."
She looked back up at him but he was looking out the window, once again unreadable. She watched how the light made his eyes look darker accentuating his jaw, his long lashes, the broadness of her shoulders.
Crap. What had she done.
" Your parents are pulling up."
He turned to look at her, and her head screamed to say something, anything to make this any less awkward. " I'll bring your stuff from school over tomorrow."
" Okay." She muttered, looking down again. The tensest quiet overtook them, and she knew he was staring at her, knew he was waiting for her to speak. Her hands trembled slightly as she played with her blanket. " Thank you again Huey. For everything." She forced a smile on her face, forced herself to look at him. His eyes ran over her face, assessing, before he grabbed the bonnet on her dresser and threw it over to her. " Have a good night Dubois."
He walked to the door of her bedroom.
No. Please don't go. Don't leave like this.
" Wait !"
He stopped, his hand on the doorknob. His head slowly turned to her, and she fought her embarrassment. Fought the cringe she felt at the annoyance on his face. Looking away, she muttered, " Don't worry about the schoolwork. I'll just ask Cindy to bring it."
Shit.
She refused to look at him again, and after a few seconds she heard the door open, heard him walk out the room, down the stairs, and out of her house. She could only hope that he wouldn't walk out ofher life.
If her legs didn't hurt so much, she would have ran over to her window. Watched him walk across the street to his house like she usually did. Her cheek leaning on her hand. A smile playing on her lips.
But she didn't feel like smiling right now anyways.
Groaning in pain, she sunkfurther into the covers, blinking back tears. It was best for her to pretend to go to sleep, so her parents wouldn't walk in and see her like this.
As her head met her pillow and pure exhaustion began to overtake her, she felt herself say a small prayer.
Please, if there is a god,
Please don't let our friendship die.
Please let us be able to fix it.
Because before, but especially now, she couldn't imagine life without him.