"Can you stop talking to him?" Tate is sat at the edge of his bed with Adelena standing between his legs. He grips her thighs while she runs her fingers through his soft hair.
"Stop talking to who?" Her eyebrows scrunch at his sudden outburst. Tate...
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She is perfect. Absolutely and wholeheartedly perfect. Her beautiful, clear caramel skin is so smooth that she almost look's animated. Her siren eyes are a beautiful light brown. Her lips are a glossy dark pink. Her eyebrows are arched perfectly, it looks like art. And her hair. My god her hair. It's black long bouncy curls that flows angelically down her back. The mysterious beautiful girl runs her freshly acrylic nails through her hair. They are long, coffin shaped, and blond red.
This girl is straight out of a art museum. You can not prove me wrong.
"Tate? Are you okay?" My dad waves his hand in-front of my face, knocking me out of the trance that this girl put me in. "Hello."
"Uh yes, yes I'm fine." My mom side eyes me with a huge grin on her face.
"Anyways... Adelena this is my oldest child. Tate." The beauty. No goddess, turns around, looking me up and down.
I am wearing black sweatpants with a black shirt and white socks. I don't know why I expected a girl that looks like one billion dollars in a person to even have an interest in me.
She licks her lip and I gulp.
"I'm Adelena." Adelena. She leans in and kisses me on my cheek. I can feel my face burning, it's red hot. Red hot. "But you can call me Elena."
Oh. My. God.
"Tate why don't you give Adelena a tour of the house." My dad nudges my shoulder. Why me? I'm going to embarrass myself.
I hesitantly answer. "Okay."
"Is um Scarlett coming?" Why would she need to follow us? I don't know. I'm now asking stupid questions so I won't be alone with this girl.
"No. She can stay here." I nod my head before leading Adelena further into the house. Why would my parents put me in this position. They know I have never talked to a girl in my life, unless it was family.
"You don't talk much, do you?" My eye go wide when Adelena suddenly talks. She has a pretty voice. It's raspy yet soothing.
I realize I haven't said anything this whole time.
"I-I do."
"How old are you Tate?"
"I'm 17." I push myself to hold the conversation. Stop being scared Tate. She's just a girl. "How, how a-about you." I stutter again. Adelena is staring me down with so much intensity and it's making me very nervous. I can't help it.
