Pierced?

-Glyndon Walton: Song of the chapter (

As the car rolled down the quiet streets, I stared out the window, my mind a chaotic storm.

The guilt was overwhelming, curling around my chest and making it hard to breathe.

What was I doing? Why was I even going to her house? I hated Kathrine Andrews. I hated her with every fiber of my being. I hated her smirks, her confidence, her control over me.

But more than anything, I hated how good she made me feel.

I hated the fire that burned through my body every time she touched me, how my pulse raced and my skin tingled.

I hated that, even now, the memory of her hands on me in that janitor's room was enough to make my stomach flip.

The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror as if sensing my tension. I ignored him and pulled my hoodie tighter around me.

My legs were pressed together, a futile attempt to quiet the persistent heat between them.