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“𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭.”

-𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐲

ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ

My eyes flew open on their own accord. It was Monday already. Winter break was over faster than my ability to enjoy it.

I turned to the other side of the bed to check my phone. Forty notifications from Instagram, five text messages and a call from mom.

I was late for school.

Mom was calling to let me know she already left for work but the text messages were from friends letting me know they couldn’t wait for me anymore.

Usually, they would have a carpool to school together but I guess they were in a hurry for the first day back. I for one couldn’t imagine why,

Oh well.

If I was late there was no point rushing. It was an hour and a half later before I decided to get dressed. My uniform shirt was crushed and hung loosely out of my pants.

I didn’t give a fat fuck.

The bus app told me the next bus was about to come in several minutes. I strolled my way to the bus stop listening to music. I almost missed the bus when it pulled up but I made it on school in time for second period.

“It’s the first day back what could be so important to make you late.” The guidance counselor looked at me with disappointment as I signed my late slip.

I smiled at her as I said, “The thing that you need to get you from up my ass.” I ripped off my side of the late slip and handed her the rest. “Dick my dear counselor saves the soul.”

The astonishment on her face made me want to laugh. Want to, but I didn’t. The joke was already over.

“Young Lady! Your attitude and complete disregard for authority-”

Whatever else she said I wouldn’t know. I put my earbuds back in and walked to class. I hoped I felt as cool as I did sauntering off, as I quickly realized the music had already stopped playing.

I do realize that maybe it would be in my best interests to change my behavior but that’ll only happen when I decide to find all the fucks to give.

Here’s something people neglect to understand. I don’t have an attitude, it’s just that when I see and have to interact with someone who gives me bad vibes or once did me dirty, well you best believe SassMonster69 is gonna pull out all the shots on you.

So maybe I’m the slightest bit of cringe. I can’t help it.

“Mikita.”

I fought the urge to groan. I hated when people called me that. I will never relent the notion that my parents had it out for me by choosing such a ridiculous name for their daughter. They simply wanted to emphasize the fact that I was a mistake. I ignored the person to continue my stroll to class. Honestly, I’m already late there’s no point rushing. But to my utter astonishment, they continued calling after me.

What the hell?

Now do keep in mind that I have some serious people problems so when I spun around and said,

“What is your damn problem? What is it that you need from me that has your panties shoved so far up your ass that without my attention you’ll never be released from the irritation.”

The poor boy was caught off guard. I felt terrible but hell if I was gonna show it. I stared at him waiting, as if he was wasting my time.

But in actuality I was surprised I never saw him before. He was kind of cute in that ‘boy everyone crushes on but doesn’t want to date’ kind of way.

I saw him clench his fist as he spoke. “You better know who you’re talking to, just because you walk around the school acting as if no one can touch you, doesn’t mean it isn’t too late to get a taste of what you’re looking for. As for what I wanted to tell you, class is in the auditorium.”

Then he stalked off running his hands through his curly flat top. I was suddenly wishing for him to give me what I had been looking for while I tangle my fingers through his curls and-

Well shit, I almost lost myself.

I turned my incompetent behind back towards the way he came from. I already knew what was being talked about in the auditorium.

Last year a freshmen named Martha got pregnant. Apparently she was thoroughly enjoying and had sex with ten people in one week. I tried to do the math once.

Several of those days she had to have been with at least two people. Sad for her that she got the seed planted and didn’t know the gardener. The guys don’t want to do a DNA test because all if not most of then will surely end up in jail.

List is as follows:

● Three seniors currently in my grade

• Tony stayed back a couple times so he’s the oldest student; 24 years old

• Davey is the class clown; 18 years old

• Keith is notorious for substance abuse; 18 years old

● One teacher

• Mr.Philip is a man promising to be at least 30 but looking unmistakably 60

● Two Parents

• Someone’s mom who don’t even go to the school; age unknown

• Solomon’s dad; 45 years old

● Two people her age; 13 years old

● Solomon; 15 years old

The case of the entire fiasco has been ongoing since the beginning of school. I had hoped they would let up after winter break but here we were again hearing about it. The girl chose her fate, why do we have to suffer the lecture?

Immediately once entering the auditorium I scanned for the fiery red hair of my friend Cecile. Wherever she was the rest of my friends would be too. Everyday I was thankful to have the three of them by my side, I was honestly losing hope any one would be able to handle the crap I spew. But most of it was usually out of love. I hope.

I shot a quick text at her when it seemed the lowered lights would be of no help to me on my search.

Second row, last five seats, She typed back.

I hobbled my way towards them ready to antagonize about the snow ruining my break. The more I diverged into the prongs of dusty blue plastic seats, I fought the urge to gag at the thought of germs plaguing each corners.

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