Writer's POV
"Hey, earth to stranger. You're acting all weird." Beth snapped her fingers in front of him. And this pulled him out of his thoughts.
"I know right." He said, uselessly. Then held the umbrella with his left hand, before stretching his right hand for a shake. "My name is Christian." It seemed like he had finally gained control again. Because he had been quite of a dummy.
"Beth." She replied, declining the offer of putting her hand in his big paw, which had been warm when he had touched her earlier. There was no way she would let him hold her again. Him staring at her alone was too much for her. And she wondered what was going on. She had not been affected by a white boy before. Not even the ones who were more handsome than him. She was into Nigerian guys. Dated only Pete
"Bethany, you're African American right?" He asked, allowing his hand to fall to his
Writer's POVAnd so the day came, and Christian was singing on his usual spot on that faithful day.Beth was sitted on the chair, admiring him as he sang. As usual, he was looking really good in his crazy blue jeans, and grey sweatshirt. He had his hair packed up in a bun, and was looking so happy and carefree that Beth felt her eyes stinging with tears. She was not going to see him again, and even if they would see, it would be a long time from now. They still had so much ahead of them. And were still very young. And maybe if they see again, they would already have people in their lives.Beth tucked her hair behind her ear, then hugged herself, from the sudden cold she was feeling that was making her to shiver. She was still contemplating deeply on how to tell Christian that she was leaving by the next day. She didn't know how he would take it. How he would feel if she told him. It hurt so much to even think about hurting him.
Writer's POVThe way Christian sang, it reminded Beth of how her dad use to sing her songs. And it made part of her heart swell with even more love for him. While the other part was filled with hurt. Because she knew she was going to break up with him by living.After Pete, she never thought she could love someone again. But her love for Christian was even more strong. Despite that she was now sixteen, and was still learning and growing. She was so in love with everything inside and about Christian. The white bad boy, with piercings and tattoos, black hair that he always packed up in a pony tail, and beautiful green eyes.
Beth tried brushing the tears away. But the more she did, the more they fell out. There was a continually gaping hole boring into her chest, making her feel quite numb.Even when she had left Pete, she didn't cry as much as she was doing on the day she was going to tell Christian that she was leaving for Nigeria the following day.It hurt Beth so much that she was going to leave Christian. She didn't want to leave him. Christian had shown her another side of love. He was crazy, he was fun to be with, there was no dull moments with him. He even made love to her on her birthday, while her grandma Patricia wasn't around. Christian had done all these, and she couldn't deny the fact that she was completely inlove with him.Christian finished singing, then went to sit at Beth's side. Smiling widely. Because he had made some cash they would use in eating lots of junk food and beer."Woah, we made hundred and fifty box." He told her, with the smile never le
Writer's POV"I'm so sorry, but I don't love you, Christian." Beth said these words, holding back the fresh tears that were threatening to spill. And then she watched as the light in his eyes died, and then he dropped his hand to his side."You.. you don't love me?" Christian asked her, with confusion, curiosity and lastly unbelief in his eyes.And Beth gave him a firm nod, sniffing. While on the inside she was dying from hurt. She couldn't bring herself to tell him that she loved him, and then she was going to live him the following day. There was no way he was going to buy that. So she thought it was better to hurt his feelings now by lying. So he would forget about her really fast.Christian stared at Beth with hard eyes, his teeth pulling his lip ring into his mouth, and then he freed the lip ring just to tuck his tongue inside his cheek.Then be nudged his head closer to hers, making her to blink flippantly, and stared at him in confusio
Writer's POV"Why did you lie?" Christian asked, increasing the pace of his thrusts, making Beth moan in helpless abandon."I...uh..." The words she tried coming up with, stuttered and quivered into a moan. Christian didn't even wait for her response. He swallowed all of her moan as he kissed her senselessly."Tell me why you lied that you still love...Oh fuck.. I can't mention his name. You feel so warm and tight. So good to me." Christian breathed the last four words, as his sweat dripped off from his forehead and touched hers, while he kept on twirling his waist. Making Beth's eyes quiver into their sockets."Don't stop... Don't stop." She gasped out, clinging further onto his back. While Christian stopped the thrusts right at that moment, just to take a look of her beautiful face that still had the childlike nature."Tell my why you lied to me, Beth. I deserve to know."And then, he began pounding deep into her
Writer's POV Flashback. What next Pete did surprised Beth, because he stretched forth his hand to her hair, and she shifted backwards before he could. Then gave him a questioning look. "I uh, was just trying to take dirt off your hair." He said, then blew out a big breath of frustration. It seemed he was already getting fed up with her attitude towards him, but was still staying because maybe, just maybe he meant every word. She thought. "I'm sorry, I don't like someone touching my hair." Beth said, and he knew she was lying. However, she asked him to still take the dirt off her hair. And watched him cautiously as began doing as she had instructed. He raised his hand up and then touched her hair at first. Something which sent shivers down her spine, and generated goosebumps on her every single pore. She took
Writer's POVAnd Beth stood up, with tears welling up in her eyes. It was the first time Christian was telling her to leave his house. And the what hurt even more was that she wouldn't see him again, after that day.Christian had this look of pain in his face, as he watched her picking her clothes off the floor. He had loved her more than the way he had ever loved anyone."Wait." He stopped her, then advanced towards her. Staring so hard at her beautiful nude body, that he himself was getting hard again. But he decided to restrain himself from taking her right there and then. Beth was skinny, but had round bountiful breasts, something which was so sexually alluring to Christian.Beth waited with her heart swelling with hurt that she was even panting deeply, inhaling and exhaling, watching how Christian's eyes were darkening a shade greener, as his eyes did a once over on her nude body, as if it was just the first time he was seeing her naked before.
Writer's POVFlashbackBeth wasn't feeling too well, inspite of the medications she had taken. With her grandma Patricia absent and was at her company. And Christian had come to visit as usual. He had placed a trash bin at her side, and stroked her back as she vomited. After that, he had heat can soup for her, and then fed her.He had seem so concerned, and acted like her elder brother, by forcing the spoonful of soup into her mouth. He had fed her till the soup can was empty, and then wore her stockings when she had complained that she was feeling cold on her feet. He had doubled the stockings, and then covered her with the sheet covers.That was the day Beth discovered that Christian wasn't only a good guitarist, but also a song writer and a singer.He sat on the bed, and began playing his guitar, pausing only to write down on a sheet of paper, lyrics of songs that had popped in his head