The Boy Who Stole My Heart
He was a bad boy. I was a good girl. I was his good girl.
He was drunk, he sat outback in the rain looking into the distance, his back was facing me. His tshirt clung to his hard muscled body, I tried not to stare too much, but I found myself standing in the doorframe just watching him.
"Jake." He didn't respond. "Jake." I stepped out onto the porch the water was cool under my bare feet, the rain soaked my camisole and pajama shorts. He turned slowly, his eyes bloodshot.
"Bri?" He asked rubbing his eyes. "C-come inside. It's cold out here." I stutter, stepping towards him. He slaps my hand off of his shoulder and stand up. "Why are you here Sabrina?" He spit angrily.
"I uh, heard the dog." He huffed brushing passed me and going inside. "Leave." "No." "I said leave." He shouted slamming his hand down on the counter, I was leaning on. His body was so close to mine, I felt the rise and fall of his chest, and then he kissed me.