There she was, coming to eat with me, as always. I hated it, well, I loved having her next to me but she didn't seem to catch the hint that I wanted her. Her Gothic perfection walked up and sat down next to me. She smiled and began gushing about some pointless Goth boy. I hated him. My goofy emo-self wanted to beat her and make her see that I was the one for her. She would see, I vowed.
We were at another club, partying! I love it when I'm with her, until some random Goth guy comes by and steals her away from me. I would pout the whole rest of the night she would hook back up with me to go home, drunk or high. Then she would cuddle up with me and tell me she wished I was Gothic. She'd kiss me, and head off to her house to go to bed. Leaving me wanting her, wanting to be inside her, wanting to be beside her curled up together.
I smiled as I walked into school that day, the new me on full display. The girls suddenly stopped, smiled and seemed to want to talk to me as I struggled to get to my locker. Amara walked up to me and began talking like any other day. Just another normal college day, her jaw dropped when I turned around and actually looked at her.
"Oh my God! Nathan," she gushed as she grabbed me in a huge hug.
I'd secretly been taking lessons from a few people, and getting made over by a few friends. I now stood before her in a long man skirt and a straight jacket long sleeve styled shirt, both in black. I had also gotten up early to do my make up for about the 10th time in my life, whiting out my face, and lining my eyes and black lipstick for that special touch. My shining silver lip ring stood out against the licorice flavored blackness.
"You look amazing," she whispered.
"Thanks," I said back, "I gotta go to class." I noticed she looked a little disappointed as I headed across campus. She was early to lunch and I smiled. She seemed more excited to be sitting with me. This time she didn't talk about other guys, she simple told me about her day, about what a great time she'd had on Saturday with me. I didn't say anything about how she's simply left me on the middle of the floor. I didn't want her to start questioning herself. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her, not be mad.
We were sitting in her room, studying and talking about the day. "I can't believe your new look," she said smiling.
"Do you like it," I asked.
She nodded, "You look fuck-able"
"What," I asked because she'd whispered.
"You look fuck-able," she stated. She glanced into my eyes before tipping her head back down to look at Math. I moved my book and then slid hers out of the way. I slowly brought her face up so she looked into my blackened eyes. I tipped my head slowly down and made contact with her blackened lips. I bite back a long low moan, I was so excited. I had her. She would be mine. I would make sure of it. I slid my hand along her throat, and began slowly tightening the grip I had on her. I pulled my face back from her, her eyes were closed, she was panting, partially from her excitement (I could see the flush in her cheeks) and partially from me squeezing her pale neck.
I began whispering in her ear, "I remember you telling me you like this? Do you? Are you wet?" She nodded. I clenched my hand tighter, "NO! Say it. I want to hear you say it." I loosened my grip in order for her to speak.
"Yes, I'm wet."
"I've wanted you for so long and you've just ignored me. I've become what you want in a man and you WILL become what I want in a woman. DO YOU UNDERSTAND," I asked never allowing my voice to get my loud, her roomies just beyond the door but certain words were spoken forcefully.
"Yes."
"Good. For starters, from now on you will refer to me as Gabriel. And you will now tell me your birth name, and why you go by Amara."