The Unknown

It was May 29th and I waited on the phone call to hear his voice—constantly. That Saturday morning I rolled around in my sheets to find my phone that was loudly ringing—I grabbed it and answered kindly, “Hello!?”—

“I’ll be in your driveway T-minus 5 minutes, you better be out there, okay?” he shouted back. “Go get me a coffee, I’ll be ready in 10!” I abruptly replied. He hung up and with certainty; I knew that in nine minutes, he’d be in my driveway with a large double double, because that’s how much he adored me. Shortly after, I grabbed my things and showered myself in Chanel No. 9 before I ran out the door and waited for Luke to arrive. Soon enough his blacked out car appeared on my salt-and-pepper driveway— I sprung to my feet and entered the car.

His obnoxious, yet uncontrollably desirable cologne and cigarette smoke filled the air— I buckled up. “Come a-little closer,” he said while brushing my thigh and pulling at the rips in my jeans. He violently grabbed my neck and kissed every inch of it. Doing so, I recollected on the time when he told me that fear was only a state of mind— I jolted back. “If fear is only a state of mind, why do I fear myself? Why do I fear you?” He looked at me with those killer blue eyes and said, “Well, I am the unknown. You are unknown [to yourself], and that’s what fear is, fear is the unknown, and everyone is scared of the unknown.” I wanted to scream so badly. His witty yet— always inspiring responses rattled me so hard, I loved every minute of it. I loved the way he’d glance at me when talking with his deep and stern, yet comforting voice. Also that infamous grin that always seemed to be slapped on his face—talk about being weak in the knees.

Ultimately, we arrived back at his place, hand in hand, I pictured us fronting like Jay-Z and Beyoncé— we seriously were killin’ it. I dropped my things and ran to his kitchen only to find a half eaten poutine and some cinnamon rolls on the surprisingly clean counter. I moved those things aside, and jumped to sit on top of the surface. He walked towards me with an eager look on his face— I didn’t know what to expect. I then chuckled to myself— silently, because I reminded myself that expectations only really ever lead to disappointment. Luke then inched between my legs, “So are you down to pop?” My eyes widened and I timidly responded, “Uh, it’s been a while, and she makes me crazy, you know that?” He laughed, pulled out two ecstasy pills and said, “We’re all crazy.”

NTR:  In all honesty I don't really know how I feel about this one. I think I need to work on character development and dialogue. Is this a good plot? I feel like I need to expand more on this Luke character? Gahhhh, as with everything I intended to post. Rip. It. Apart. (Kindly, of course)