Day 8: J - Mouth Shut
His fist collided with the wall beside my head. “Listen, bitch. Forget what you saw or next time my fist won’t miss.” His words were low and dangerous. After seeing what he had done to the girl before me, I would have been stupid to think it was an empty threat. It was strange to think that this was someone who had captured the hearts of every seventeen-year-old in our school. I could see the allure. The dark curly hair, light green eyes, a dimpled right cheek and something enticing about the way his lips formed around his words. But what no one mentioned was that when you got up close, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a wicked twitch laced into his smirk. He inched his face closer to mine, pushing his lips so close that the slight stubble on his chin pricked my ear. “Got it?” He whispered. He smelled like rain and cigarettes. It overwhelmed my senses, clouding my brain. “Yes,” I whispered back. Instant shame flooded my face. How many girls had he done this to before? How man...