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

Hueson came around 5 :30 pm at my place . Pursing my lips like a golden fish I just gaped at him fully taken back by his appearance. Wearing his usual black jacket with a white shirt underneath it. He pulled up his denim jeans and met my gaze. His now pieced lips kinked up to form a scornful smile. His darker than blue black eyes were boring into mine with extreme intensity, as if trying to evoke me. Warn me about the future misfortune.

Dad bugged me not to attend today's school due to my lethargic state in the morning. Not wanting to content on it, I complied and went to sleep.

Forgetting about the whole date thing I just stayed home doing my usual stuff.

Chapter 95