Chapter 5

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Enzo

My music drowns me in my own dirty thoughts. Ella. She has the hottest body that I have seen in a while. I have to have sex with her. I have to but I feel like she's gonna make it hard. Usually, the girls that will put out for me only want sex and they are easy to get. She's gonna be hard to manipulate but I feel like she can be worth it. The way her ass literally hangs out of her jean shorts and her bra pushing up her breasts to pop out of her shirt. Or maybe she just comes off that way for her image like I do and she's actually a freak. I don't know what to think. This world is messed up and I wish it was easy to be yourself but it really isn't. I have to find her.

I start to get up but I notice a tall, blonde haired girl standing shirtless over me.

"Aye Nezo." She's drunk.

"It's Enzo, you bitch." I stand up and look around for Ella.

"Whatever, you wanna go upstairs and do something. Private?"

I stare at her and laugh, "With you? No, not really, no."

"Wow, you're extra dicky today aren't yah? Haha, dicky."

She stumbles away, eventually falling to the ground. Not my problem.

I go inside and look around. No where. Couches, no. Kitchen, no. Bathroom, nope. She said she's not a party person so maybe she left. Oh well, I'll see her around sometime. I head upstairs to my room. I open the door and close it taking my shirt off and throwing it on a chair. When I turn my head, there's a girl laying on my bed. I walk closer and it's not just a random chick. It's Ella. She's drawing something, a bird maybe? I don't give a shit. When she notices me standing here I hurry up and grab my shirt forgetting I took it off and quickly put it on hoping she didn't see anything.

"Sorry, I didn't know know this was your room, I'll leave." She starts to scramble all her pencils and papers together. No, my pencils and paper.

"It's okay, you don't have to go..." I take a step closer, "...what you drawing?"

"I was just drawing the flowers that I saw on your desk. They're really pretty, the way they capture the light from the lamp and how the flower on the end is a little bent to make the shadows cross." The way she's talking up about something so simple makes me feel like I can trust her. Her soft words and the way she studies the flowers while she puts my pencil in her mouth turn me on. It's strange because I've never been in this situation where a girl that says and does stuff like this turns me on.

I step closer to take a better look at the drawing and it's fucking amazing. How can one draw that well? "Jesus, what the fuck are you? A famous artist or something?" We both share a laugh and she puts it down.

She looks up at me and smiles. That's a big mouth and dirty thoughts invade my mind. "I want to be, someday." Her voice breaks my thoughts and I go next to her on the bed and she picks up the paper again and starts drawing. I watch her draw as her pencil traces across the paper.

"You're really good. I can't draw worth shit." She laughs at my comment and looks up at me. Those hazel eyes are darting into my dark green eyes. Her laughing stops when I put my finger to her lips. Her eyes follow my finger and I drop it from her lips. She bites her lip and i find myself inching in towards her and she does the same. We get so close but right before we make contact, we jump apart when two fucking idiots fall through my door. Are you fucking serious.

"No, get out, no one goes in my room. Fuck somewhere else." I glare at the guy and he doesn't even fight me. He just walks out with the ugliest chick I've ever seen.

"I should go." Ella says as she gets up and takes her beautiful artwork. She gets to the door and leaves without looking back. She's gonna be easy, I almost had her. I look down and notice she forgot her phone. Out of instinct, I put my number in her phone as fast as I can and catch her just as she's heading out the door.

"You forgot your phone!" She turns around and her drunk friend almost falls. Thank god she's carrying her.

"Wow Ella! He's hot!" Ella starts blushing. I know, I'm pretty attractive.

"Oh thanks, I didn't even realize!"

"Yup." And she's gone. I head back upstairs and take my shirt and pants off so I'm only in my boxers. I lay on my bed and put my headphones in. I fall asleep and dream of a brunette on her knees in front of me staring me in the eyes.

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