southbound • Artemas

You caught your eyes slowly running down her body once more, letting your appetite grow again. As usual, they started at her collarbones, which were slightly peeking out. Then came her upper body, wrapped in a tank top, allowing you only a faint glimpse of her defined frame. At the bottom of it, there was a slight peek of skin before her signature Calvin Klein boxers appeared, barely covering her hip bones. Her rather baggy pants were held up by a belt with the typical Diesel clasp, definitely letting them hang loose. The shorts hung too low to show her shoes, but you knew she was most likely wearing her black Jordans again. She had a little obsession with shoes, and honestly, it was kinda cute. Your eyes traced up again to take in her arms, pausing at her fingers, of course. She had slender ones edging into veiny hands, and then your favorite part: on her right arm, that tattoo wrapped perfectly around the muscles of her lower arm. Half-heartedly, you pulled your eyes away to trace up to her upper arms, which were slightly muscular but definitely more than just toned. She was stronger than she looked, the force with which she could push you down… my lord. Your eyes slid higher again, ready to take in those beautiful eyes, but just as you did, your gaze locked with hers. She had seen that.

She looked at you quietly, slightly amused. She always was, every time you started to look at her like that. She had actually told you to stop doing it, but you didn’t listen, you liked it messy, and apparently, so did she. She definitely knew what that behavior did to you, how it affected you. Well, how it affected most girls, actually. She liked it. A lot. She liked their looks, playing into their fantasies, toying with them, bringing out their demons. She always enjoyed girls’ attention, and she definitely had plenty of it. She had mastered her game. And you were one of her current victims, though you didn’t see yourself like that. Not because you didn’t want it to be true, just because you honestly didn’t think you were her victim. Her other girls were probably victims, but not you. They most likely believed all the sweet things she whispered into their ears. But when she tried that with you, you shut it down quickly. Of course, she didn’t really stop, but you had the mind to tell lies from truths. You weren’t exactly naïve. You knew you were one of many girls… though you also knew you were actually one of her favorites to violate. That didn’t change the fact that she was just using you to ruin the sheets, but you didn’t care. It was fun, so what was the harm?

“Let’s get outside.” She hummed down at you as she stood up from the couch and walked over. You didn’t smoke, yet every time you two were with the rest of your friend group, you went outside with her. She wouldn’t actually talk to you any other way, or at least, she’d keep up that hard mask. A mask that she honestly didn’t even let slip when you were alone. But at least then she said what she actually wanted to, or better yet, treated you the way she really wanted to. She never would in front of your friends. You were a secret, after all. Or a situationship. Or a fling. Or fuck buddies. Or what the hell else. It didn’t matter. All the things she did to you made up for it.

You watched her lean against the wall outside as she pulled out her cigarette. “Shit, you gotta stop eyeing me like that, princess,” she said as her eyes slowly ran down your body. The look alone made you feel as if her tongue was trailing down south your skin. “What? Scared the other girls you’re fucking in there are gonna find out they’re not your one and only?” you snickered teasingly. She laughed at that and bit her lower lip as she looked aside - typical masc. “Oh, come on. Put some faith in me.” Those words made you scoff and reply with sarcastic ease. “What if I tell you I don’t care about them? What if I want the world to see, hm?” The amusement in her eyes deepened as they locked back with yours. “Don’t cause a scene.”