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“Doesn’t matter. All she sees is her bestie took a major step and left her behind.”

“I hate when you make sense.” I grumble.

I stay quiet for a few seconds, mulling over Sarah’s words.

“Seriously, don’t worry. You did nothing wrong. Everything will work out.”

“You really think so?” I ask, biting on my thumbnail.

“I know so!” She gives me a reassuring wink.

Then I remember the big thing I wanted to talk to Sarah about and jump from her bed, rushing to my room, throwing over my shoulder, “Oh My God, I need to show you something!”

After frantically rummaging through my pencil pouch, I find the note, read it again, just to remind myself of how wonderful it is. Hold it against my chest for a few seconds, then return to my sister’s room, handing her the paper.

“Here, read this.”

“What do we have here?” Sarah mumbles before her eyes widen as she takes in the words. “Wow! Who is this from? And why have we been talking about Halima? This is so much more interesting.”

I giggle before answering in an excited voice. “I don’t know. It fell from my bag when I was pulling my textbook out. What do you think it means?”

“What doyouthink, ding-dong? There’s obviously someone who likes you, buzzed head and all.” Sarah smiling broadly, happy for me.

“You have to help me figure out who it is, Sarah!”

“Girl, I don’t have time for your high school shenanigans.” She laughs.

A huge grin on my face, I sigh and lay back on the bed, holding the note up with my arms stretched, making my sister giggle harder.

***

BARRETT

Fuck!I run a hand down my face, frustrated with myself. I hate not being able to solve a problem. Hate that I can’t bring myself to connect with Mia. I see how people have been treating her, talking behind her back and staring. And it kills me not to be able to do much about it.

At least, none of the guys dares messing with her when I’m around. I had to put one of thesefuckingmorons in his place, but it was totally worth it.

The first day she came to school after getting her hair chopped off, one of my basketball teammates ran hisfuckingmouth when Mia passed our group.

“What’s up with the baggy clothes and shaved hair, man? This chick used to be hot.”

I pinned him with a lethal glare and stalked over to where he was standing. Towering over him, standing feet to feet, stretched to my full height, and asked in a deceivingly calm tone, “what did you fucking say?”

He began stuttering, “I… I was just messing around, man.”

I dipped my chin and growled in his face, “you don’t talk about Mia Seydi. You don’t look at her. You don’t fuckingthinkabout her. You hear me, you fucking dipshit?”

He nodded frantically and scurried away. I let my hard gaze roam through the group of jocks. Some met my eyes with expressions of shock, others looked away, but my message was loud and clear. No one was to mess with Mia.

The guys know me; they know my brand of quiet. I don’t talk much or fuck around. Just keep to myself and my close circle. Play ball, focus on school, hang out a bit. My attention is on building my future. I’m not into any type of shady shit: drugs, alcohol, messing with girls… None of that interests me.

I’ve had my heart set on Mia for as long as I can remember. With her big, bright smiles and extroverted personality. When we were kids, she was always the one to come pull me out of my corner to go play with everyone else. The one to tease me and break through my shell. But things have changed. I guess growing up has carved a rift between us. There are no more games of tag to pull me into.

I still think she’s thefuckingprettiest girl in the world. Ifuckingwant her, but I don’t know how to tell her. How to be with her.Fuck! She’s sofuckingtempting with her big doe eyes, thatfuckingfull mouth, and those curves- I wouldfuckinggive my left nut for a chance to caress and taste her full curves. Her waist is just the perfect size to wrap my big hands around. Her round hips, to dig the thick pads of my fingers into. And thatfuckingass.Shit, those two globes of full flesh keep me up at night. I want to worship her body. Kiss, lick, suck, bite and devour every single inch. Make her moan and call my name. I really wish Ifuckingknew how to. I take in a deep inhale.Fuck, why am I such a fucking wimp?

College

MIA

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