Maya had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend had a room-mate.
We're born alone. We live alone. We die alone. However, a special person can create the illusion making us feel that we're not alone. Maya had that special person, right?
NYU is known for its drama classes, and all the drama that goes along with it.
Are you capable of handling the lies? Love? Bull shit?
If yes, keep reading.
If not, everyone loves a little challenge;)
"I hate drinking." She said, still on the floor. She had Jay's shirt in her hand. She was irritated at everything, and she really wanted to cry. She felt a hand on her back.
"I'll close my eyes." Jay said, handing her his hand. She pulled herself up, and nodded. Jay closed his eyes, and felt her back, for the zipper. He could hear her breathing heavily. "Shh," he whispered. Jay found the zipper, and pulled very gently. He made his way down her back.
"Now was that so hard," Jay cracked a smile. Maya couldn't hide her smile. This is so wrong, she thought, but she secretly didn't mind.