Hard Love, Mis Understood [best story books to read txt] 📗

black. My rug was black and , my walls were royal blue. My night stands was filled with trophies from football, track and volleyball. My bed was king sized and my sheets were blue, grey and black stripes.

My walls were decorated with graphic designs I made in school, with my favorite  music artists, logos and other things. Next to my bed I had boxes of shoe stacked up. I had Adidas, New Balances, Nikes (KD’s, Roshe Run, Air Maxes, Foams, Air Forces, Janoskis,  & Lebrons), Converses, Vans and most of all Jordans. I had dress shoes like Polos and Sperry's but they were in my closet. My fifty-two inch tv was hanged up on the corner of the walI. And I  had a table to do my school stuff on.

My room was my safe haven. Where no one comes and bothers me. Where I can be me.

Jazielly took her surrounding. Examining every single detail of the room. Her eyes roamed from my trophies to the pictures on the wall, to the tv and then to my boxes of shoes. Then she looked at my stereo─ I forgot to mention I had one. And my Beats on my table, (I’m telling you, she’s not missing one thing) and then her eyes went to my bed. Hey eyes stayed there for a while. Then hazel eyes looked back at me. They twinkled like she knew something I didn't know. And I didn’t…

“Your room is awesome, not what I was expecting,” she walked to the bed... my bed and sat down. Then she started jumping on it while she was sitting down.  “Not one noise, double awesome!” Her eyes lit up like a little kid.

I wonder if she knew what she was insinuating. Was her comment innocent? Knowing Jazielly as much as I do, it was.

I dropped my backpack on the floor. I took my shoes off and put them in the correct box. After, I took my jacket and hanged it in the closet. Next to all my other ones.

“Should we get this started?” I asked taking the posters out the bag and placing it on the table. I dropped all the markers, sparkly letters and some other weird shit on the table. She went all out. She wasted all my money, too. I expected at least ten dollars back. I have a feeling she did it on purpose. For making her take the money.  I sat down on my leather rolling chair.

“I think for the poster you should make one of those design like on the wall,” she pointed.

I nodded.

“ And we can just figure out the important things we need for the timeline today,” she grabbed the other chair and sat down next to me.

For an hour, we ate all the candy, chips and finished the plan for today. We began cleaning up when all the markers started rolling off the table. I was planning on picking them up, but Jazielly had a mind of her own making us bump heads. Well not exactly, her head bumped into my nose. Which resulted to my nose bleeding.

“Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry,” she stood up, looking for something. For what? I’m not so sure.

She opened all my doors until she found the bathroom then, went inside.

I tilted my head back, that way I wouldn’t make such a mess.

She came out of the bathroom with a small wet towel.

“What the heck are you doing?” She asked with a rigid voice.

“Whaa’?” my voice came out a little deeper than usual.

“You’re not supposed to tilt your head back,” she walked up  me and handed me the towel. “If you do then you swallow your blood… which you shouldn't do.” She shook her head like she couldn't believe I didn't know that.

She came up to me and told me what to do. She instructed me to sit up and squeeze the soft part of my nose together. Keep them closed together for ten minutes. ‘Lean forward, don’t lean back’ she said that phrase a couple times during those ten minutes. And she cleaned up the mess during those ten minutes. When the longest ten minutes of my life was up, I cleaned my nose while she got her things together. But it was only four and I didn’t want her to leave. Because I’m selfish and I wanted her here with me. I finally got her all to myself. I needed to do something.

She looked up at me and gave me a sweet smile. The one that warmed my heart up. The one that pointed out that my heart was actually active.

“Well, see you soon,” she was about to walk to the door when I grabbed her hand. It was a fast reflex.

I pulled her close to me, so close to me that I could feel all her curves. From head to toe. I wanted to lick her neck, taste her lips, her body. I wanted to get myself lost in her light brown eyes. I wanted to feel the outside of her body and what it felt like to be deep inside her. I wondered if it would feel as good as it did in my wet dreams. I brought my fingers up to get neck and traced her collarbone with my index finger.

“Jaz,” my voice came out raspy.

“Y-yeah?” Her voice came out breathless, heading straight to my dick. She was so innocent and pure.

“Thank you,” I dipped my head and ran my lips across the side of her neck, she shivered against me.

“I…”

‘Give me Love’ by Ed Sheeran came out of no where. Once again, making us split. She looked relieved but at the same time disappointed. She took a deep breath and answered. At least I wasn’t the only one that was affected.

“I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” She whispered and hung up.

I officially hated the number ten.

“I-I gotta go home. See you. And um text me to meet up,” she said in a hurry.

She was almost at the door when she added, “and you’re welcome, Dave.”

I walked over to the table and saw a piece a paper. It was her number and a smile face. Usually I get a winky face or a kissy face. It’s the small things that make her look so pure. It was refreshing and such a freaking turn on.

I definitely need to take a cold shower.

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Wow, I finally updated. 

David is so hard to write, that's why it took me so long to write.

((((My gosh David, you're lucky I love you!!!!!!))))))))

 

Anyways if you have any confusions about the shoes, let me know I'll explain. Or on anything else! (:

 

Second time in a row with OneRepublic. They're unique and I felt like that song was perfect for this chapter. I hope you guys realize that the music isn't there to look pretty, it's part of the chapter. It's like a little hint of what could happen in the story, please don't ignore it. 

 

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Chapter Nine: Seriously Serious

 Chapter Nine- Seriously Serious  [Jazielly’s POV]

 

“Because of you, I never stray too far from the sidewalk. Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt. Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me. Because of you... I am afraid." -Kelly Clarkson

 

 

My mind was in an infinite race. Seriously, where was the finish line?

 

David was about to kiss me and I almost let him. As soon as I get home, I need to go straight to Stacey and give her the biggest hug in the world. She saved my life (okay that was a bit exaggerate but you know what I mean). I’m being so serious, I need to learn how to be stronger than this. I parked in my garage and sat there for a while. His lips, they are so so soft. I can close my eyes and remember his lush lips like I was right back in the closet. Like I was right back in his room against the door.  Do you know how many times I dreamed of for that same exact thing to happen to me? In ninth grade he was the first and only boy I fantasized about. He taught me what it was like to have a real crush. It wasn’t like I was obsessed with him. But you see, a girl like me... No let me rephrase that: a girl like the old me, couldn’t get someone as handsome and beautiful like him. And wow!

The truth hurts, so badly.

And then it hit me, right across my face. If I never had gotten this transformation, he never knew what the old me was like. He’d never even give me a second glance. I remember all those years, his eyes were filled with hatred and disgust.

A loud knock on my window startled me.

“Hey,” I unlocked my car and waved Stacey to come in. She walked over the passenger door and sat down.  I turned on the car, not completely. Just for the heater to turn on and the music to flow. I put it down a little bit, that way I can hear Stace speak to me.

“I feel like we haven’t had a serious conversation in a while,” Stacey muttered, while playing with her brown long hair. Stacey was beautiful. Light skin, hazel eyes, tall for the average women. I sighed and played with my steering wheel.

“I know maybe we should talk now, you sounded very weird on the phone,” I then played with my nails. I hated making eye contact, during serious conversations. Kenneth would be so disappointed with me.  

“Um, well… I feel like I should tell you but at the same time I just know you’ll be very angry with me,” she looked out the window and crossed her arms around her chest. Almost as if she was protecting herself.

“Is it that bad?” Now she was making me bite my nails.  And I’m not much of a nail biter.

“I umm.. I,” she swallowed then took deep breathe. “I know what we can do to get David back, I’ve been wanting to tell you but I know you’ll back down.” She gave me a small smile. I looked at her deadpan in the eyes. Her smile dropped, she knew I wasn't convinced, but I won’t push her. She can tell me when she’s ready.

“And what’s this amazing plan that I must hear?” I picked up my phone and looked through my playlist. I put on ‘Broken’ by Lifehouse.

“Okay get prepared for the awesomest plan,” She turned her whole body toward me. “I know how to get Matt, Melanie and David at the same time. I know your mom said to dig their dirty secrets and all that. But let’s kill two birds with one stone,” she stopped and thought about what she said. Then continued, “ actually in this case it’ll be three birds but you get what I mean,” she waved her hands.

“Alright Stacey, just get on with it.” I threw my hands up and exhaled.

“Anyways, I know I said you and Dave to be friends, but maybe you guys should be more, that’ll be Melanie’s worse nightmare,” she