APARTMENT 302. ( g.ahr )

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violet
"in one short amount of this wretched time that we live in, i had never seen so much beauty, elegance and pain ."

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"do we have to go?" i ask her.

megan looked at me quickly, disgust plastered across her face. as if mentally telling me are you serious?

"i'll take that as a yes." i said, massaging my temples.

i wasn't completely in the mood to be around any of them. gus in particular. he was now effecting me in ways that i couldn't explain. he scared me, he angered me, he made my skin shiver.

as i watched megan slide on her outfit for the night, i remembered the texts i had from gus.

i can't leave them just unopened like that.

i grab my phone from the bed side table and swipe the screen, unlocking it and opening up my messages. my eyes automatically rolling at his contact name.

i should really change that.

i couldn't help but feel a weird sensation in my stomach as i read through his messages. was it a feeling of sickness? or desire? maybe i'll never know. fuck that. i don't want to know anymore.

" hoe" typical gus being a cunt. i'm not just gonna be some hoe to him.

i ignored his texts and lock my phone once again, putting it back on the bed side table. trying my best to get my mind off the devil.

"you're seriously not gon' wear that shit right?" megan suddenly asked, snapping me back to reality.

i look down at my grey sweats and hoodie.

"you look like a typical white girl who gets excited about pumpkin spice flavoured condoms." she added.

i couldn't help but chuckle at her response as i stood up.

"i guess i can change." i say sarcastically.

she rolled her eyes at me, a smirk on her face as she slid open my closet door.

"get in there bitch."

i walked over to my racks of clothes and began sliding through each item, taking notes of potential options.

finally, after endless "ews" and "why the fuck did i buy these?" i managed to find an outfit.

"how'd you like this?"