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

Taking slow strides I entered the hall wiping off the sweat on my jeans. Biting my lips I wandered my gaze absorbing each of my surroundings. A long sigh left my lips the moment my eyes addressed Xaviar sitting beside Elliot with what looked like a coke in her hand. Her eyes glistening with whatever she was talked about.

The moment she felt my gaze, her head snapped in my direction and her fervour demeanour was raised upto stars. Her already curled up lips reached up to her ears and she started walking in my direction. She wored a plain black v neck top with a ripped denim jeans. Each speck of her tattoo was now on complete display over her pale skin.

"Your here!" She chirped wandering her eyes on my simple outfit. I wored a zebra print shirt along with a pair of black jeans and my makeup was simple, as everyday.

"Yeah!" I breathed out a small sigh and saw from the corner of my eye Elliot approaching us.

"Hey Scarr" Was his usual pleasant self.

Chapter 86