Hard Love by Mis Understood (great books of all time txt) 📖

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"Camo Swoosh" Nike KD 6 are a type of Nike brand by the basketball player named Kevin Durant.

Blackout Bred 11's are a type of Jordans. 

The Olympic 7s, I mentioned are Jordans, too. They're white, grey, red, gold and navy blue.

Jordans usually go by numbers 1-23. Then there's more that aren't numbers like 'six rings', 'flights', etc.

 

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- DO you like David?

- How about Jazielly?

- Is there any confusion any one has?

 

 

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Chapter Five: Spinning

- Chapter Five: Spinning (Jazielly's Point of View) 

 

"Yeah, I've been feeling everything, from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth. I guess that's how I know you, so I hold you close... to help you give it up! So kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love."-Ed Sheeran.

 

'Why me?'

Those are the two words, I've asked myself been asking myself for years.

But seriously, why me?

Out of all the girls in this room, wishing it was them to be in my place but no it had to be me. I knew it was a bad idea to come to this dumb party, with this dumb outfit and this dumb make-up. Actually, Stacey practically dragged me out of the house, sat me on the car and put my seat belt on. Then she threaten to sit on me and call Kenneth if I didn't cooperate. How the heck did she even know where Melanie lives? Maybe she's very smart. Maybe she's a psychic. Or maybe she's a spy. Oh my goodness, has she been spying on me before she lived with me!?

"Jazielly Rose Moore!" Stacey whispered harshly, waving a hand in my face.

"Are you a spy?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"Wait- what?" She tilted her head to the side.

"I asked, are you-

"Dude, shut up we have better thing to worry about," she said grimly. "Isn't this your first kiss?" She shook her head like she couldn't believe I'm not taking this as serious as it is.

My eyes widened, that thought didn't cross my mind at all. Let me make this clear, I've never kissed a boy, willingly. My first kiss was stolen from me forcefully. So yeah... the idea of me kissing a boy by choice was a little scary for me.

"Hellllllooooo, we're wasting time here!" Melanie screeched, tapping her french-tipped nails on the floor, her palm holding her chin.

"Hold your damn horses," Stacey rolled her eyes at her. "Okay, all you have to do is give him a little chaste kiss and that's all," she faced me.

I nodded. I knew she could see the worry in my eyes.

"It's not going to be in public. Look, he tries anything just kick him in the balls and scream. Then, I'll barge in there and castrate him. kay?" She bent her head a little meeting my eyes.

I looked over at David, he was on his iPhone like he had no care in the world.

"Okay," I nodded.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I bobbed my head, yeah.

"Wish me luck," I mumbled.

I stood up and David must have sensed me because he looked up. I gestured with my head to come with me. He stood up and put his phone in his front pocket. He was so tall. 

'I know the closet. So friggin cliche, I thought this only happened in books'

Making my way to the closet was nerve-wrecking. All I wanted to do was turn around and run home as fast as I can. The boy that I liked so much in Freshman year, that let his friends push me around, is the same exact boy that I'm going to kiss, right now. David opened the door and waited for me to go inside, the door was shut behind me a second later. The closet was dark and it smelled like old shoes. It was a walk-in closet, the clothes were split up. Sweaters on the left and jackets on the right. Nothing in the middle, and there were only a couple of running shoes and tan work boots on the far left.

'So that's where that weird stench is coming from.'

"We have until they knock on the door." David broke the awkward silence. You might think that they'll knock on the door immediately, but that was considered cock blocking─ excuse my language, I don't know another word for it. So, I know we had plenty of time to kill. "Okay," I whispered.

We stood there in silence, for what felt like hours but in reality it had only been a minute and seventeen seconds, but who's counting?

Even though it was dark, I knew his eyes were on me. He knew that I was looking at him.

Because even in the dark I could still see his green, green eyes.

Because even in the dark I could make out the shape of his full, full lips.

Because even in the dark I could still see his messy, messy but perfect hair.

I could feel the heat radiating off of him and surrounding me. It was making me feel hot everywhere. I felt him shift one foot to the other, then he cleared his throat. "So..." his deep, huskey voice said. I felt him move closer, the heat intensifying the closer he was to me.

"Yeah?" I looked up at him. He was so tall and I wasn't. My head was at his chest so I really did have to look up.

"Is it okay if turn on my flashlight on my phone?"

"Sure."

A white light illuminated the closet. David was looking at me with an expression I couldn't comprehend. It scared me, not in a bad way. It's the way I look at shrimps in restaurants, they look ah-mazing but I can't have it because I'm allergic to it. I couldn't understand why he was looking at me that certain way. He wasn't ashamed just looking at me either, it made me feel like something; like someone. And I stared at him, too. David changed in a year duration. Last year and the years before, he always kept his face clear, no hair. It made him look younger. Now he's grown a goatee, with a soul patch attached to it. It made him look more... manly. He was so gorgeous, it hurt to look at him.

"Now I can see you," he whispered more to himself.

I bit my bottom lip not knowing what to say and looked down. My cheeks were burning, I knew I was blushing.

He came closer to me, I could feel his toned, toned abs against my breast. It made me nipples harden.. Is this normal? Are they suppose to do that? Oh my goodness, I'm freaking out right now! Where is Stacey when I need her?

His thumb pulled my bottom lip out of my teeth and rubbed his soft, soft but kind of dried thumb across it. My breath hitched, I definitely wasn't expecting him to do that. He bit his lips and suddenly I was yearning to do the same.

"Jaz," he said my name so softly it made me stomach erupt with butterflies, my hands began to sweat. He removed his finger from my lip so, so gently.

'Why was I feeling like this? I'm pretty sure I'm not suppose to feel this way towards someone who's made you suffer.. right? Gosh, I'm so confused.'

"Yes Dave?"

"We won't have to do anything you don't want to, we could stand here just like this and I won't care."

"I know, but it's a game, it's a rule. I'm not backing down," I shrugged.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"It's okay," I chuckled softly. "I knew what I was getting into when I walked in this house and when I entered this closet."

He cupped my cheek with his warm, warm hand. I unconsciously leaned into his touch. His hands were so big. Making me wonder all the wonderful things he could do with them. I'm loosing my mind.

 

"May I kiss you?" He asked, nervously. Never in my life have I seen him so nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, his other hand never leaving my cheek. He always looked so confident with all the girls he's been with.

'After everthing you've been through? I mean, don't you hate him?' My conscious asked me. I ignored it and gradually nodded at David.

He placed the hand that was on his neck on my lower back, making goosebumps run all over my skin. His rubbed is thumb up and down, up and down my back. It made wonder if he realized he was doing it. He pulled me against him. I felt everything, his smooth, smooth shirt against the part my stomach that was showing. And his amazing abs. My stomach clenched from the contact and something inside me ached. It was confusing as heck, I don't even know what this feeling was called. And it made me feel so naive. My heart was poundin' in my chest and his felt the same way. I knew I was affecting him. My breaths became uneven when he lowered his head. When his silky, silky lips brushed my own, I involuntarily stepped back.

"Wait." The word came out my mouth before I had the chance to stop.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" His eyes roamed all over my body, not in a perverted way, but in a caring way.

"No.. it's just... it's that... it's.. ummm" I sighed. I haven't stuttered in a year. He stood there dumbfounded, but waited patiently for my explanation. "It's just I never kissed a boy, willingly." I confessed, feeling a little abashed. I looked at him waiting for the question, waiting for him to say that he was disgusted. But an emotion flashed in his eyes. He understood. He knew what I was talking about.

His hand grabbed my waist and lightly pulled me against him. Were were hip-to-hip and chest-to chest.

"I just want you to know, that I've never wanted to hurt you." His minty, minty breathe caressed my lips and if I wasn't so lost in this moment.. I would've notice he used past tense.

I put my hands on his broad shoulders but he took them and wrapped them around his neck. I craned my neck to look into to his now, forest green eyes. His right hand went around my lower back and his left was placed on the side of my neck. I felt even closer to him than before.

"Is this okay?" He whispered.

I gulped and nodded.

He gave me a close-mouthed smile. A reassuring smile. It was such a simple gesture but it made me feel special, because I've never seen this smile, and I knew he rarely gave it out. His thumb stroked my cheek, and the way he was looking at me made me feel high.

High on happiness.

High on giddiness.

High on him.

High on heat.

High on his green eyes.

High on his wash-board abs against me.

High on these I-don't-know-what-they're-called feelings.

It was him and me, me and him. We were in our little personal bubble and I was lost. Lost in his eyes, lost on the way his thumb felt on his my skin, lost in