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💫ANGEL💫


Caught up in a web of emotions, I struggled to break myself free. The more I tossed and turned, the more entangled I became, sticking to the net that imprisoned me. I was as vulnerable as the prey on a spider's web. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would realize she'd capture me and rush in to sink her venomous fangs into my flesh. How convenient she would find it, paralyzing my body and mind, while she decided on the moment she would devour me. How had I become so accessible?

"I'll let you get dressed." Murmuring the simple words that I watched cut her even deeper.

"Wait." She grabbed my arm as I passed. We stood face to face in this tiny bathroom like two enemies having a standoff. She looked into my marble-like eyes, dark, shiny, multi-dimensionally revealing how much I wanted her, but didn't, but needed to run away, but couldn't. "Kiss me. One last time. Just kiss m—"

Bemusing her even further, each corner of my mouth ran in opposite directions and those marbles that once seemed to reveal the most undecisive man I'd been, were as clear as a sunny day in the middle of summer, screaming "I want you too".

I warped my lips around hers, sucking in harshly, as I took a deep breath. Giselle didn't breathe at all. I could feel her heart in her throat. When I drove my tongue into her mouth, it swarmed like a hungry serpent, launching itself out of hiding and desperate for a meal. The world around us spinning, she reached back and caught the corner of the sink. That's when I pulled away.

"We can't fuck this up. Please, don't fall for me." The huskiness of my tone returned. Still in my towel, I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I could hear her breathing loudly and laughing to herself. Crashing into my bed, I buried my face into the sheets, wanting to scream for help, but afraid to make a peep. Shortly after calming myself, subconsciously giving myself a peptalk, my phone started going off. We're about two hours away. Lee texted. Wait, we? I jumped up. We were supposed to go to the mall first. I didn't want to ruin the plans we made, so I quickly threw on a shirt and jeans, hopped into my sneakers, and swung open my bedroom door. The hallway smelled as loud as the perfume store in the mall where all the ladies lined up for three for thirty and buy one get one free sales. Don't get me wrong, it was a delicious fragrance, but I wasn't used to my house smelling that way.

Walking into the living room, I found Giselle sitting on my couch wearing a tight little outfit that hugged every inch of her body. I sucked in the air around me, trying to convince myself I had the will to fight off the urge to devour her. Needing to feel in control again, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a container filled pre rolled blunts. Taking one out, I lit it and immediately took drag after drag until my body began to go numb.

"You ready?"

"Yes." She was so sweet. I didn't deserve a girl like her. I watched her stand, rub in the excess oil on her legs, and head for the door.

I raced behind her, grabbing my phone so I could order an Uber. It took about three minutes for our ride to pull up to the curb. I opened the door for Giselle to get in. Then, followed behind her. The ride to the mall was silent. Wishing I could read into her thoughts, I scrolled pointlessly through my social media feed. Nothing important or more interesting than the blond sitting beside me. Nothing more troubling than the battle in my head, that I was painstakingly losing.

We walked around, window shopping mostly. Giselle stopped in a few stores and picked up more tiny clothing. I shook my head every time she lifted those rags from the rack, turning it forward, backward, and sideways as if more fabric would magically appear. Laughing inside, I couldn't imagine her being my girlfriend and going back and forth about putting on more and covering up more. It would be a never-ending dilemma.

"Let's go in the shoe store." I mumbled, tired of looking through racks of makeup. She didn't even need makeup. Although, I loved when she put on that glitter shaded stuff on top of her eyes at night, lining the eyelash section with a darker tint. It made the coldness in her blue eyes light up the night.

We ended up buying the same shoes. I found that a tad bit corny, like those couples who dressed alike with matching shirts and shoes. Surprisingly, I didn't mind. She was hot. I'd be happy to wear matching outfits and hold hands in public.

"Fancy running into you two here.... together." Vanessa bombarded us as we walked out of the shoe store, with Carmen, the chick from the library trailing behind her.

"Sup, V." I wrapped my arm around her neck. Surprised she even let me touch her, since she'd been distant ever since the night I threw up linguine all over her.

"Hey, Sunshine." Vanessa winked. "You're looking sexy as hell. What's the occasion?"

"Shut up, V." Giselle laughed, pushing me off of her and wrapping her arms around V's neck and planting a kiss on her cheek. "You could always join us."

"Or not?" I interjected. "We have plans...remember?"

"Oh." Giselle let go of V and turned to face me with a worrisome glare.

"Are you two on a date or something?" I hoped Carmen didn't open her filthy mouth. I had hoped she'd remain silent and stay in her place. Wishful thinking.

"Or something." I snapped.

"Geesh, somebody's in a bad mood." V sneered in Giselle's direction. What the hell did they have going on? Hugs and kisses. Smirks. Was there something I didn't know?

"Nah. I'm actually feeling superb. We just made a deal for the day, and I have to hold up my end of the bargain. Giselle does to." Reaching out for her hand, I pulled her into me. Wonder lighting up her face, I could tell she was surprised when she looked down at our fingers intertwined. V looked down at them too but didn't make a big deal of it.

"Well, we're going to look for something to wear to Loki's tomorrow." Vanessa started walking in the opposite direction. Carmen hesitantly stopped to take in another glance of Giselle and I before frowning and following behind V.

Giselle released my hand and put distance between us. As we started walking with no destination in mind, I could tell she had questions. I wanted to answer them, but I didn't have anything to say that she wanted to hear. I was sure of it.

"What's up with that girl?"

"Carmen?"

"I guess."

"Fooled around once. I don't know."

"Oh. And V?"

"And V." I rolled my eyes, hoping this wouldn't ruin shit between us.

"She's okay with...?" Giselle looked up at me. I could tell she hesitated to put a description to whatever it was we were doing.

"She's cool with whatever."

"Really?"

I scratched at the scruff on my jaw. I watched as, for the first time since we'd been together all day, Giselle skimmed through her phone. I prayed she wasn't reading messages from her dad, or texting another guy. I had her undivided attention all day but couldn't help but think that I was losing her interest as each minute passed.

Finally, "My heart aches when I lay eyes on somebody you pleased, knowing it'll never be me." Giselle caught me completely off guard.

"Giselle."

"It's ok. I'm just being honest."

"I didn't please her. She pleased me. And you like V."

"V's different. She's a part of our circle. And she never seemed to actually like you, no offense."

I couldn't help but laugh. "No offense taken. Like I said, V's cool." I smiled down at her as she looked up at me with curiosity brewing inside. "It wasn't your turn."

"Well—guess you'll have to go twice."



WE SPENT ABOUT THREE HOURS at the mall before receiving a message from Lee that "they" were in the parking lot. Who the hell was "we"? My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach as it dawned on me. I was about to reintroduce myself to Big Red. The Mustang, that once captivated my heart and the attention of anyone who laid eyes on her, was only a few steps away. For the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, I was about to lay eyes on her and drive her all at the same time.

My palms sweaty, heart fluttering, fear rising from the ashes of gloom, I stood in front of her and took in the view. The last time I stood face to face with those bright headlights, I was taking a metal bat to the body of Big Red over and over. I thought for sure I'd totaled my car. I hoped I did. Then, I would never have to look at her again. But I didn't, and there she sat, idling in the parking lot.

"Bro!" Lee jumped out of the car and skipped my way. Sometimes I forgot she was a girl. She looked great; healthy. When she got closer to me, the dilation of her pupils gave away her true state. She was high as a kite.

Unexpectedly, the passenger and back doors swung open. My eyes widened to the sight of Jeremy and his cousin Rod. I replayed Lee's voice saying "we" multiple times. How dumb was I not to put two and two together? When they walked up on me, I noticed they were high as well. Typical.

"My boy!" Jeremy embraced me, patting my back and releasing me. "You look good man. College looks great on you."

"What's up Jeremy? I didn't expect you to come down."

"Of course, I wasn't going to let Lee drive the whole way alone. And you know I had to bring Rod. Can't stir up trouble in a new city without him."

Nervously laughing, I prayed it was figure of speech. What Jeremy and Rod referred to as "stirring up trouble" was far worse than anyone could ever fathom. Rod shook my hand and stood a ways back. He and I weren't close, but we were well acquainted.

"First order of business, who the hell is buying y'all flights?" I joked.

"Ha! For your information, we already got our own tickets." Lee bragged.

I had almost forgotten about Giselle. I turned to find her staring at all of us, half smile plastered across her beautiful face. She looked even hotter in the dim light of the night in that outfit. With Jeremy and Rod, I hesitated to introduce her.

"Oh. This is—"

"Vanessa?" Lee incorrectly guessed. I couldn't blame her, being that I had never talked about Giselle with her. It was something I wanted to keep to myself. She was too delicate to my heart. Too sacred. Avoiding looking back at Lee, I shut my eyes and said a silent prayer before mouthing "sorry" to Giselle.

"No. This is Giselle." I took her hand into mine again, finally turning to my friends. "Giselle. This is Lee, Jeremy, and Rod. They're my friends from home."

"Wait. Is this your girl? You came all this way and got locked down, dude?" Jeremy was so stoned.

"We're just friends." Giselle announced softly.

"Well, that means you're available, yeah?" Jeremy slowly danced her way, eyeing her with his devious stare as he rubbed his hands together.

I looked to Giselle, who seemed uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and, I don't know what type of bipolar mess she drew up in her head, but she did an entire three sixty on all of us. She went from shy and afraid to bold and confident in a matter of seconds. It had to be some kind of defense mechanism of some sort.

"No. I'm not available." She sassed. "Glad I won't be the only girl hanging out with these jerks. Lee, right?" She extended her hand to Lee.

"Yeah?" The grin on Lee's face told me she was impressed. She grabbed a few bags from Giselle's hands and guided her to the trunk.

"Oh. Dude. I brought your shit." Lee announced, popping the trunk. I tried to catch up to them, but by the time the trunk opened, and Giselle's eyes expanded in shock, I knew exactly what she was referring to.

Lee drove across state lines with six unregistered guns like a complete idiot. I shook my head, covering my face as I tried to come up with an explanation for her absurdity. There were no words. I peered over at Giselle, who was already staring me down. Rolling my lips into my mouth, I shook my head at her, hoping she understood how sorry I was for dragging her into my mess.

All of the madness that came with Lee was a great distraction. I'd give her that much. By the time it was time to get behind the wheel, my anxiety had died down a little and I was able to smoke my way into a mental state healthy enough to manage. I made everyone get in the backseat, squeezed in tight like sardines packed in a can too small to fit them all inside. Giselle sat upfront with me. I knew I'd never hear the end of it because, both Lee and Jeremy, wouldn't shut up about it. This made the speed limit nonexistent as I raced to Hanigan's. 

***Author's Words****

Finally, it seems Angel and Giselle are moving in a positve direction...but there's still a huge factor that plays a part in this union being GREAT or a FLAKE.

Will Giselle tell the truth?

Will Angel find out on his own?

Continue to find out.....

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