ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

'Keep on beginning and falling. Each time you fall, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until you have accomplished a purpose-not the one you began with perhaps, but one you'll be glad to remember.'


And I was glad to give Xaviar a chance for our friendship. 


I directly made my way towards the locker room.


After returning the dishes, Xaviar again came to our house and asked me to meet her near the lockers. 


So, here I was leaning against my locker with my hands crossed over my stomach with my eyes closed. I was quite nervous with the whole friendship thing. What I've read in books about best friends was, they share every little secret of their life. Their first crush, their first date, first kiss, to whom they give thier virginity to blah blah and blah. And I didn't have anything like that to share. And speaking about the other secrets, I surely was not going to spill them. 


Chapter 12.1