Tough love

Abel

The thick smell of weed cascaded the air as the soft tune of Heart-shaped
box lightly filled up the room. 

"Wanna hit?" Alina's light voice asked, looking Abel in the eyes.
He slowly nodded his head, taking the joint from her fingers. Abel wrapped his lips around the joint, breathing in then releasing a cloud of smoke and a cough.

Abel couldn't help to smile at the beautiful girl in front of him. Even with red tented eyes, messy hair, and the look of tiredness— he still saw Alina— the girl who is just as delicate as a flower yet has the strength of a lion. His sweet Alina. He'd do absolutely anything for her just as she would for him.

Abel and Alina met in freshman year when she accidentally ran into him on her way to class in a hurry, knocking his phone out of his hand and completely shattering it. Even though she had to spend all the money she had ever saved up because her mom forced her to pay for his broken phone, she couldn't resist his boyish grin. She couldn't help asking for his number. Surprisingly, he'd given it to her. Saving her number in his once destroyed phone.
Ever since that day, they were inseparable. They were best friends.

"So," she took the joint from him, "are you gonna pick me up tomorrow so we can hit up Brandon's party?" She asked, releasing a puff of smoke. "Alina I don't kno-" before abel finished his sentence she got up from her position on the floor, now on her knees. Jutting out her bottom lip, she looked up at him with wide eyes. She knew that this was his weakness and he knew she knew she would get her way.

"Alina," he started.
"Pretty please Abel?" She begged.
'Fuck,' He thought, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck'

Abel's cock twitched at the sight of her. God how he'd love to see those warm brown eyes look up at him like that while her pretty pink lips wrap around his cock.

He just couldn't say no to her. Not while she's positioned between his legs with a pout on her face.

"Fine." He sighed, "I don't understand why you want to go anyway." Abel got off the bed.

She bit her lip and looked down, "Because," she got up off the floor, kicking the ash tray to the side, "Brandon is hosting it." She said.

"He's hosting it, I know that, but the question is, why does that matter to you?" He gave her a suspicious glance and a sly smirk, "Do you like him or something?"

Alina's eyes widened, "What! Of course not. I just heard he's got good you know— game, in bed. I'm tired of being a virgin. Maybe I just wanna get some and give it up already, so shut up. I don't like him." That wasn't a total lie. She had a crush on Brandon since the 7th grade, even though he was an ass. But she did indeed plan on losing her virginity. She was 17 for Christ sakes! She doesn't want to be a Virgin forever.

"Well okay then I guess." Abel said as he pushed himself off her bed and walked towards her

Abel slowly backed her against the door. "Ab-abel, what are you doing?" She stuttered confusedly as he pressed his body against hers. He placed his hand on the door knob, "Door? 10:45? Your Mom is on her way home? I got to go home love." He softly smiled, "Why so nervous?" Abel chuckled. Oh. Oh! Her face turned red, "Oh, Sorry!" She moved out his way quickly. Abel walked out the door but not before he shouted, at

"You should've just asked me princess. Wouldn't want just anyone's cock inside you now would we?"