Bored on a thursday afternoon
Me: DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG?
Ryan: Uh!? No... Do you?
Ryan: How does it feel like?
Me: Like a plastic bag.
It was like she was only there when it was convenient for him. Like she was the...
Elena couldn’t breathe. He was standing so close. Close enough to touch. She could smell a faint hint of cologne and the leather of his jacket. And his eyes still held hers she could not look away from them. They were like no eyes she had ever seen, black as midnight, the pupils dilated like a cat’s. They filled her vision as he leaned toward her, bending his head down to hers. She felt her...