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Hakeem
ONE WORD.
Ten letters.
Can you guess what that is?
Give it a try. I will tell you at the end anyway. I promise. It is something we all fall into; every single one of us. It is inviting and enjoyable while you're caught up in it, but the aftermath always ends up being dreadful.
I have fallen into that one word, ten letters far too many times just by looking at her. Cannot blame me though, she is quite the view.
But that's not what drawn me closer to her. Her personality did.
Damn, that gum smacking lips of hers was enough to get under my skin in both the right and wrong ways. How did she manage to do that?
Don't even ask. I'm as clueless as you are. She gets annoying every time she blows a bubble, but I'd rather hear those bubbles popping than to not hear her at all. At least I know she's still there.
When you're thinking hard enough you don't get the chance to notice the most obvious things until it's actually done.
Like when I was pulled into an empty classroom. Everything happened so quickly. I was pushed against the wall with the most delicate hands I'd ever felt. Okay, I've felt those hands before.
They just never connected with anything else other than my hands. She pressed her lips on mine and I automatically melted into her kiss with eyes closed. The kiss was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.
Her kiss was familiar because I've dreamt about kissing her like this countless times. Familiar because I've imagined what those puffy, soft lips on mine would feel like and boy did they feel and taste better than they did in my dreams.
Foreign, because it was a dream and dreams and imaginations are not real. Never have my lips literally made contact with her until now and I wouldn't trade this for any dream even if it lasted for less than a minute.
I pulled her away to see if it was really who I thought it was even though I already knew who she was but I wanted to be sure that I was not imagining things like I usually do. My breath got stuck somewhere in my windpipe and my lungs. My mouth went drier than sandpaper.
This was real!
Like for a while there I forgot the simplest things; things that I would just do without having to think or concentrate on how it's supposed to be done.
Example: I forgot how to fucking breathe. My brain for some reason couldn't process anything for those few seconds that felt like minutes too long.
How was it possible for someone to get that much effect out of someone?
How was it possible that she got that much effect out of me?
Lola.
She's the one that has me falling into that one word, ten letters all over again.
"Don't you wanna kiss me?" she twirled the gum that was once in her mouth on her finger.
Disgusting yet so tantalizing.
Even behind those sunglasses that Lola refused to take off, I knew her eyes were taunting. Her beautiful smile was dangerous, her voice teasing, her lips inviting and her personality intriguing. God surely took his time on her. I sucked in some air to breathe again.
"Y-y-you have a boyfriend who's my best friend."
She didn't even show an ounce of guilt when she said, "So? I'll leave him if you want me to."
"Don't because you might do the same to me."
Her face fell and she actually looked hurt. "I won't," she answered without hesitating. Probably she meant it, but I probably will never know.
With our matching height it made it easy for me to look her in the eye, well her sunglasses, as I gained back my confidence just long enough to get an honest answer.
"How are you so sure?"
"I'll prove it."
I don't think I wanted her to prove anything because the second her hands crawled under my shirt to feel my chest, I lost it. This girl made me lose my shit. I wasn't even thinking straight, but my head downstairs sure was straight as can be.
Look, I'm a virgin and I don't think that I can handle this. Yes, I fooled around, but for some reason, I could never bring myself to it. Maybe because I wanted to lose it to someone I actually liked, not just some random chick so that I was finally a man in the eyes of society.
These girls were easy to get, besides I'm a king and kings get what they want, but I'm not interested in them. Sad thing the one person that this king wanted he couldn't have because she belonged to someone else. That coward within me preferred to watching porn and masturbating rather than a real girl.
But I didn't just want any girl. I wanted her. I wanted this girl that was standing in front of me right now as I looked at her with mixed feelings.
Embarrassment.
Lust.
Love.
Lola looked down with a grin. "See, you can't say that you don't want me."
I'd be lying if I did, babe.
Instead of voicing my thoughts, I chose to say, "Don't. Malik's my b-"
She didn't allow me to finish because her mouth found mine again. She tasted like bubble gum ice-cream sundae on a hot Sunday.
I gave in this time because I've fallen into that one word, ten letters again, savoring her with every touch.
I could've been the good guy and get my own girl, but the heart wants what it wants even though it doesn't always get what it wants. Now all because of her and that one word, ten letters I'm gonna lose my virginity in an empty classroom with my best friend's girlfriend.
Lola.
Happily, I'd drown into her and that one word, ten letters over and over again. God knows how wrong it was, but kissing her felt so right. I was going to enjoy this moment while it lasts because this might only be a once in a lifetime thing but there's still a problem in that.
I don't want to sneak into empty classrooms to be with the girl I want. Truth is, it was not a love at first sight kind of thing. I don't believe in love at first sight because that 'love' is clouded with lust. The only thing you're falling in love with is the outer appearance.
Someone with a drop-dead gorgeous body and mean soul is not a beautiful person. The person with the beautiful soul is what I call beautiful and that is what I fell in love with. Lola was beautiful with an equally beautiful soul, but by the time I realized that Malik had already claimed her.
I pulled away from her, placing my forehead on hers as we caught our breaths. I wished I could see her eyes as we talked.
"Tell me when we're done you won't hate me. I'm not calling this a mistake ever because I've wanted to do this for a very, very long time now."
"You make it sound as if we've known each other for a very, very long time," she giggled, mimicking me in a teasing way. I hushed her with furrowed eyebrows, placing my finger over her lips.
"I'm trying to speak here. Looking at you is distracting enough so shhhh, please. I hope you won't call this a mistake when we're done."
She gave me the lightest kiss ever on my finger that was still on her lips. "I promise you can count on that."
She wasn't mine.
She was somebody else'.
Loving her was a gamble, but I rolled the dice and was the first to kiss her this time. My hands found their way on both sides of her face to kiss her exactly how I did it in my dreams.
For once I didn't mind falling into that one word, ten letters again if it meant falling with her, for her and into her. Guess I found myself a queen who didn't belong to me and we'll forever be each other's one word, ten letters.
I'm the devil himself and she's Eve, but you can call me Adam for now. But I'm not her Adam though. Her Adam left her long enough for her to wander off into my hands. I already had my eyes on the fruit and so did she.
All we did was boost each other's courage so that we could get a taste of the fruit. The fruit that did not belong to us. The fruit that we knew we weren't supposed to want. The fruit that we weren't supposed to touch.
All because of that one word, ten letters, we did all the things that were supposed to be forbidden.
Bet you still haven't figured out that one word ten letters. I promised that I was going to tell you because we fell into that one word, ten letters together.
Temptation.