“Then fucking talk!” I yelled even louder.
When I took a deep breath I realized how loud I really was.
Ya Allah (Oh god) the things this boy brings upon me is crazy.
Bryson stood there looking at me with exhausted eyes.
We both looked drained. It's like we knew exactly how one another felt. But, we didn't know where to start. Our eyes told stories to one another.
We didn't have to ask…
We both saw the broken pieces in eachothers eyes, with just one glance.
“I'm sorry for raising my voice” I whispered hearing the lightning strike in the sky.
Bryson sighed “I'm sorry too. Ya know… for everything” he said scratching the back of his neck.
I looked up at him and smiled slightly. He looked up at me with a sly smile too.
“Come in so we can talk” I said.
“You want me to come inside?” he asked.
“My parents are so gonna kill me if they catch you in there” I said resting my hand on my face.
“I'll just leave beads” Bryson said turning around.
He put his leg over the railing ready to jump. A part of me wanted him to go, but the other half obviously couldn't stand him being far away from me.
“Wait” I said instantly.
He turned his head around watching me stand there.
“Please don't go” I said.
I seriously needed the answers to most of my question.
He turned his head back around swiftly. He sat on the railing frozen for a second before getting of the railing.
“You want me to stay?” he asked me.
I nodded, and he walked closer.
I opened my window slowly and walked inside my room. Bryson came in as quietly as he could, but we all know it was louder than the thunder outside.
“Don't step on my carpet!” I whispered yelled.
“What, why?” he asked jumping slightly in the air.
I giggled at how startled he looked “Because you're literally dripping wet idiot” I said.
“Oh, shit, sorry” he said moving his feet to the hardwood flooring.
I groaned not knowing what I just brought upon myself.
I have a freaking giant teenager in my bedroom. It gets better! And my parents are sleeping in there room just down the hall! Could my life get any better?
Oh Jee I hope so!
If you didn't get the sarcasm, I should stop with my sarcasm.
“What are you doing?” Bryson asked.
“I'm thinking” I hushed him.
“About?” he asked.
“About what I'm going to do with you” I said.
He chuckled “I can leave beads”
I shook my head “I need my answers, so you're staying” I said going through my clean clothes.
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The Hijabi's Best Mistake
SpiritualCopyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked...
👑Chapter 52👑 Ride Or Die
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