Crashed to hell!
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ALISA HAYDEN:
THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL
Jack's POV :
It was always the same me and the standard day, who had always been bullied and scoffed, and never been looked upon by the beautiful girls.
Overall, I am jack ass, so people called me, mocked me, whatever.
Mom comforted me calling 'Jack of all trades'. She didn't knew it increased the f*****g thing. And from God's grace, my name is Jack Ash... Thanks granny for this.
Rest in peace. She must have spelled it once, before putting the death stamp to it. Yes! She named me on the death bed even before I was destined to come .
People lose wits at end. Death wreak. In the honor of my great great granny!
Jack Ash or Jack Ass.
School bus stopped and I leaped into it. "Hey, Jack Ass. " Chris giggled.
" Fat head. Oh! You have got fats all over. " I laughed out loud.
Big mistake!I am ass. I accept, wholeheartedly.
But before my submission, I was on bus floor. He punched me hard and pushed me.
Forgot to tell you, I am punching bag too.
I forced myself to sit on the empty chair taking heavy breaths and cursing my stupidity which comes it's own for the very good.
My eyes wandered stupidly in all directions, not to see anything. But my eyes stopped there.
I saw Her. She was the most beautiful, attractive creature, I had ever seen. Her skin pale, eyes sparkling, lips carved perfectly. I couldn't take my eyes of her. She looked at me, blankly though, but she was the only one who looked longer than twenty seconds. I was dancing in head.
Was it a good sign?
Whatever, I was so happy to to mind all these.
She stood and strutted out of bus when it concurred to me that we reached the destination.
I ran, not to miss her view. She wore the pencil skirt and sleeveless top. Even her walk was more than attractive. Her curves were defined, that her outfit too hugged her perfectly. Anyone or anything would fall for her.
Everything was very damn beautiful about her.
She was f*****g hell sexy. She stepped dancing rhythmically and went away. She really didn't belong here.
No one could claim her, for they can't stand her beauty.
When I went to class, I saw her sitting at the third last seat. I took my seat so I could see her. She sat folding her long flawless legs. Those long legs were sooo damn sexy. Everyone watched her in awe.
Girls in jealousy.
Boys out of lust.
Sinners! Me too, though.
Mr. Wilson started calling us. Great! I would, at least, know her name. There was no way, I would talk to her out of no guts.
Awaited moment came.
'Alisa Hayden.'
She raised her attractive hand and I replayed her name.
Sounded sweetest.
I watched her the whole time. I thought about her the whole time.
I want her, I need her, but I can't. She is f*****g sexy. She won't want me, even look at me.
Fuck!
She turned at that instant. She was looking at me. And then her lips curved to the slight side smile.
Hell !I was all flustered.
Awestruck.
No girl as beautiful as her ever smiled to me. Well, they had no comparison to her.
Damn it! f**k. I knew I had weirdest expression.
It's that my mouth which always contorted in stressed situation.
And she saw it and turned around.
My world crashed.
Now she wouldn't watch me to get that weirdest facet.
Not a chance to even befriend. Not that there was before. Damage was done. And I couldn't repair that.
At the end of class, everyone was gone but she still sat there, so me too. Then she stood and came dancing towards me . And then she did something I couldn't ever imagine. I thought I was dreaming so I pinched myself, It hurt.
No I wasn't dreaming .
She kissed me.
felt tingles when her lips touched mine. She caught my neck and almost bit my lower lips till it bled.
That was sexy.
Her lips trailed Inside. I allowed her explore my mouth. She tasted strawberry.
My favorite.
I caught her back. Softness of her skin was very strange. My hands slid Inside her fabric.
She was snow white. So cold. Shivering cold.
Her lips sucking hard was so seductive. It felt like without her my world would never exist.
The need for her increased. She looked at me breaking the contact.
Continued staring me.
Her eyes were golden and shinning. I could do anything for her, I thought.
She again smiled.
She was perfect. Everything about her was perfect.
"You are good kisser." she chirped. I was dazed by her . Actually, she was that. She walked backward still facing me. Then turned and went away.
I stood there, locked to move myself.
Her waist swayed like a most flexible elastic ever.
As I collected my senses.
I ran after her. But she was gone.
Nowhere to be seen. She wasn't there. I looked every direction. But I couldn't find her. Exasperated, I went back to pick my bag . I had never been happier than now. The angelic beauty liked me. I was on the seventh world. When I picked my bag, I saw the paper. I read it.
If you want me, the address is:
22 nd Street,
Blackman villa,
50 steps beside spectre building.
I didn't wanted her.
I needed her.
I craved for her.
- Writer
