old

/əʊld/

adjective

having lived for a long time; no longer young.

Author Note:

Enjoy the cringing.

Don't blame me, I'm on my period and I needed to be romantic. 

Waking up, I notice Blakes shirt and a bare of joggers on the bed. I chuckle when I see a toothbrush package with everything I would need for my routine. I flushed back onto the bed thinking about last night. I stroked my neck with my fingers as I recognised every kiss he has given me. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Finishing from the bathroom I got changed only to notice I don't have my black beanie, I groaned knowing I hate going anywhere without it. The clothes were baggy on me which I was thankful for. Didn't really like showing my body in classes. I would feel like I was being stared at for all the wrong reasons, many girls are never insecure with their bodies but I was.

So insecure, no I don't have a small, small waist. My body is like an hourglass type except the waist wasn't to tight. My biggest insecurity was my eyes, I hated the colour of it. I hated the shape of my face. But I kind of got over it as I grew older. Baggy clothes became my best friend. I walked out of the bedroom tying my hair up into a messy bun, I found my way to the kitchen only to see Blake talking with three other guys. 

They stood tall but not as tall as Blake, they were from my school. "I gave him twenty grand, he can shut the fuck up unless he wants to go in the ring." I hear Blakes voice, taking the courage to walk in they all look up at me. "Anyways, we gotta head out Blake. We have the meeting at six." The door slams closed and I see Blake tapping away at the radio. I walk inside and cough slightly to get his attention. He looks up with a slight smile. 

"Princess, my clothes look good on you. I got you a pair of trainers." He puts a box onto the table and I stroll towards it, my hands grasp the lid when I noticed how close he was to me by sitting. I basically reached his height when he sat down. Removing the lid, my eyes widen when I see a new Jordan 1s inside.

"No Blake, are you serious? I can't-"

"Yes you will accept it, would you rather walk barefoot?" I sigh and take out the pink, black and White coloured shoe. These were expensive and so hard to find, I dropped the shoes and turned to engulf Blake into a heart considered hug. He doesn't hug me back as my arms wrap around his neck, I was about to pull away with awkwardness when I finally feel his touch around my waist.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me." He chuckles as I remove myself, he looks at my face and takes in every feature. "No need to thank me," After, he took us both to school after allowing me to wear one of his joggers and shirts with a pair of trainers, he told one of the security to go buy. 

Physical education. I'm going to vomit out the pancakes I ate this morning. Throwing my gym bag over my shoulders I walk towards the changing rooms in the corner. "Oh look, It's the bitch who hangs out with Blake."

"She thinks she's pretty, little does she know he's only using for sex."

"I mean look at her face, make up can do her well."

"Did you see her belly?"

"I did. Don't get me talking about the stretch marks."

"She should get back to wearing baggy clothes."

"Girls hurry up and meet in the hall please." The teacher called out, I begin unbuttoning my shirt before they walk past me. "Whore."

"Slut."

I close my eyes continuing to take off my clothes leaving me in my black lace bra, I walk towards the bathroom mirror and stare at my body as I held onto my black P.E shirt. I was one to be insecure. But damn. I walk back to my bag and expect to see my leggings only to find a pair of tight booty shorts. My eyes widen and I knew that I packed the wrong bag the other day.

I groan loudly, "AMIRA! HURRY UP!" Slipping it on I rush out of the changing rooms with my trainers in my hands. I push open the the door, dropping one of my shoes. "Oh shit." Deciding to put on the shoe there, I try to do my laces only knowing that I can't do laces! I was never taught, thats why I always wore slip on shoes. I had problems with remembering a few things and this was it.

I look up hearing footsteps trodding, Blakes eyes connect with my own as he slips his shirt over his head. The two boys besides him pat his shoulder before entering the gym. He looks down seeing my struggle with my laces before strolling closer towards me. "Let me do it." He whispers crouching down, he brings my small feet onto his thighs as I hold onto his shoulders. 

"Thank you." I muttered, he nods his head grabbing my other foot as he finishes the first one. He lets my foot down gently ad I blush as he brings himself towering over my frame. 

"You don't know how to do laces?"

"Nobody taught me, I even tried going on youtube but that failed." He looks at my neck and lets out a small chuckle shaking his head. 

"I like the hickey." My eyes widen grabbing onto my neck as I walk inside. "The fuck you lot looking at." Blake growled causing the boys to look away. I notice the girls giving me dirty looks on the other side of the room and I sigh walking towards them.

"Amira and Blake, glad you can join us. Alright class. We are going to head out to the fields, we run three miles before completing the second task. Just a warm up."

Everyone runs ahead of me, the girls were jumping as they ran clearly showing their bouncing tits to the jocks whilst laughing. Here I was struggling to catch my breath feeling a light pain in my abdomen. "COME ON AMIRA, YOU'RE HOLDING BACK THE CLASS!" 

We enter the first to complete the running track, I pause by the lake for a second to catch my breath. "Go, do it now." I hear small chuckles before I feel someone push me roughly into the lake, my head hits something hard causing me to groan in pain as I bring myself to surface. "RUN! RUN."

I begin coughing roughly as blood begins leaving my mouth, I swim to the surface lifting myself up from the lake. Oh shit...again? I feel tears leaving my eyes as I pull myself out of the water trying to un-drench my shirt. I look around asking for help, but no one heard me. I was freezing, the cold along with the soaked shirt. I continued walking towards the field again, wiping the blood away from my mouth.

After finishing the mile, I wait soundly with the others, "Blake come on we are about to leave after this." I hear Lorenzo mutter as he grips onto my shoulders, I am not going to leave until I knew she was okay. Recently, I have gotten close to Amira. And now I can't seem to go anywhere without knowing she's okay. She should've been here by now. 

"Maria." 

 "Here."

"Blake."

"Yeah."

 I begin looking around only noticing that I couldn't seem to find Amira anywhere. Why was I getting worried? She should be fine but something tells me to go on and find her. Gosh Amira, what have you done to me? I promised myself not to fall for a girl ever. Clearly she had to come and destroy all my walls the minute I saw her in the hospital. She was different, she was fresh blood. 

"I can't believe you got it on camera."

"She's a fucking loser anyways, and I would do anything for my girlfriend."

"Amira?"

My eyes keep focusing on the trail of the forest waiting for her to come out, "where is Amira? Does anyone know?" I stand up from my seat on the benches when I see a small figure walking out of the forest. My eyes link with hers as her arms rubbed up and down her arms. She was drenched. Seaweed stuck out of her hair and mud devoured her body, all I heard was laughter around the class. I rushed towards her as I see her shiver from the cold.

She begins walking the other way until I catch up with her blocking the way. "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Amira what the fuck happened?" She shook her head as tears left her eyes slightly, I stroked her cheeks with my thumbs wiping the dirt along with tears from her eyes. I rip of my shirt from over my head and I slip on my shirt over her body, removing the leaves and seaweed from her hair. I notice her looking down at my second black shirt I have on and see a small smirk forming on her face before it scowled.

"They fucking pushed me in the lake..." She whispered creakingly.

"Who?" I shot back.

She points towards the group of jocks along with a cheerleader I know very well. That little bitch. Michelle. Just as I was about to walk towards them I feel my hands being grabbed by small one. I turn seeing her eyes gazing into my own.

Her eyes were a hickory as rich as the earth's soil; stained with the colour of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home.

Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprisoned the sweetness of saccharine chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee.

They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely, they will reveal to you the exact thought that crosses the marvels of her ominous mind. On the other side of all that... Her brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed her iris.

They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape her eyes. Nevertheless, her eyes possess sorrow that placed a melancholic veil, which cloaked her eyes; it seemed as if it made the happiness in her eyes matte.

Yet, when she smiled. The corners of her beauteous eyes flustered happiness in soft twinkles, which reflected the light that made her eyes copper against caramel. Likewise, her eyes glazed with a liquid that will reveal to you the pure blissfulness, which glistered inside the almond, circumscribed by eye-lined lashes.

There was some sort of goodness in her eyes, which tells you that no matter what she did, their intention will never carry any hint of malevolence or malignity whatsoever. The kindness may not be necessarily be shown or exposed. But if you look closely, you can reveal all the mysteries that are hidden in the deep beds of those big, brown eyes.

From the surface of the stolen specks in sunlight, to the abyss in the abysmal depths of dusky, auburn. I look down at her hand slinked with my own and nod my head. "Can we just go please?" She whispers, not looking in my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah come on." I bring her close to the side of my body wrapping my arm around her shoulders. I turn to look at the jocks giving him a nod of my head as a warning. Their eyes widen and they gulp.

Gosh and the chapter has now been published! This chapter was short and I'm sorry, I've had exams and I need to focus on them.

But please vote and don't mind my grammar, editing soon.

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This is a long chapter. 2300 words.