Boys

06. Hit her like Sharkeshia

 

It was officially Friday and my heart couldn't contain anymore emotion. This whole week has been crazy, my hormones couldn't contain themselves.

The whole 'date' if you decide to call it that, with Wyan has made me see a more sureal side of him. It just makes me treasure our little 'friendship' even more.

I told him my secret, which I never wanted to tell anyone, But some how he just got the best of me and made me spill my heart out.

We just sat in that field and just talked. We've learned so much about each other it just made things better for us. My unhealthly attraction towards him was just crazy!

He was all I thought about this week. When it was time to dance at Wimberley I couldn't help but appreacite his hands all over my body. I enjoyed every second of it.

He's just so my type. He liked all of the music I liked, he was funny and charming, had great looks, funny and was straight forward. What I mean by that is -- he knew how to make a girl feel good.

Jackson and his crew have been talking to me more often. I mean they talk to me but not how they are now, Wyan started hanging out with The Blacks more specifically, Jackson and his crew.

Now its the four of them, walking in the hallways making the girls swoon and people talking. The popluars just couldn't keep their mouths shut and start drama with the blacks.

So now the entire school is waiting for the battle of the year, The Blacks versus The Populars. To me it's very stupid but seeing Wyan have that cocky smirk on his face, his eyes glistening, made my area tighten.

So quite frankly, I didn't mind seeing the battle of the year.

I walk over to my car as the school bell rings for dismal. Wyan hasn't been sitting with me at lunch, which made me a little scared that he was just messing with my emotions. But I've see that he's hanging with The Blacks.

I didn't want to ruin his social reputataion, so I sucked up my feelings and sat by myself like I've been doing for the last four years of high school.

I unlock the door and throw my bag into the passenger seat. I hop into the drivers side and slam the door shut. A yelp leaves someones mouth. I turn my head to the side, frazzled until I see Wyan's pained face.

Oh my goodness. Did I just slam Wyan's hand with my Jeep door! Which his hand is still lounge between the car door!

"OH MY GODNESS!" I quickly open the door, releasing Wyan's hand. Wyan clutches his hand which is red and slightly swollen.

"Oh my goodness Wyan I'm soo sorry!" I get out the car and grab Wyan's hand.

Amira you are fucking something!

Hey! I didn't mean to! I mean I didn't even see him!

Yeah now look he can't use his hand! Now you have it bad he won't even be able to pleasure you right!

Oh. my. I blush at my dirty mind. I mean that's a whole lot of bases skipped right there.

Looking back at Wyan I still see he's sporting that cocky grin even if his hand is slightly mangled.

"Wyan I'm super sorry! If you don't want to go out with me and want to go to the hospital is totally fine with me okay!" I ramble.

Wyan laughs. "Amira calm down I'm fine!" Wyan assures me. "Trust me baby, I've been in worse cases, this is nothing."