“Him.”
“Him?! No noo what the fffuck I don’t know him! I can’t!”
“I think he’s cute.”
“But...”
“Shut up. I’m giving you what you want. Happy Birthday gorj. Bite him.”
She felt like an animal, claws out, fangs bared, blood and heat swirling through her veins. He weaved his way through the spinning crowd, fighting the light. She didn’t look at him. She didn’t want his face burning holes in her reverie. They faced each other, the Beauty and the Beast. Animal animal.
He smiled and shrugged. His masquerade took flight and she skipped his eyes for his mouth. His hands cradled her waist and she let them lie, let him lie, she lied. He leaned into her and she leaned into him and together they spelt imperfection, ‘cause perfect had never let her sleep. Do it do it do it
He smelt of smoke and I-want-you ness. She smelt of uncried tears and uncertainty.But he had big hands and she was beautiful so when he tilted his face she mirrored him and when he kissed her, she kissed him back.
They kissed till they tasted of each other, they kissed until she smiled back.
And when she was sure she felt nothing at all, she spun around and left.
“OMG OMG! What did you tell him?!”
“Nothing! I said that’s my friend over there, she’s hot and depressed ‘cause she’s turning 18. Make her smile.”
“He knew.”
“He didn’t. Boys like him can catch that scent from far far away.”
“What scent? Easy prey?”
“He knew.”
If you ask her later why she did it, she’ll laugh and say she wanted to.
If you ask me, I’d say she needed to.
