Heath slowly removes the girl’s top while ruthlessly pushing her down. His dominant hand pinning both of her wrists above her head. He watches her slight movements of defiance. The unsureness of her decision showing with the subtle piercing of her lips and how she avoided eye contact.

“Leilynn?” He said with a soft voice. A voice that doesn’t fit his actions at all. This made poor Leilynn look at the owner of the angelic voice to see Heath looking down at her half naked body.

Leilynn Cruz, 21, Asian. Also known as Lei. A young woman who is smart, talented in both singing and playing the piano. She is currently a college student in the same university as Heath. It wasn’t very common for Leilynn to find such a strong attraction to anybody. Her school priorities always come first, and having a relationship with a boy was NOT a priority.

So it was really strange for her to end up stalking this particular boy who takes one of her Art History classes. A lot stranger when she seems to always follow him around. This goes on for about a few months to almost a year until she ended up in a cafe he went to and seeing strawberry blond hair entering the cafe who decided to sit next to the person she has been stalking. She could have sworn she made a scene and dragged those particular set of strawberry blond hair away from Heath and in a dumpster somewhere with triumph. Instead she had awkwardly look the other way when a pair of dark brown eyes made contact with hers for a brief moment.

She felt so humiliated for some reason. Defeated. Hopelessly watching the rain like one of those overly depressed girls in those teen movies she used to watch (still watches from time to time). Leilynn doesn’t remember much after that as if time skipped until she heard such an angelic voice saying such vulgar words.

The same angelic voice that is now melting every part of her skin when it vibrates against every inch of hers. Who would have known that Heath’s voice would make her succumb so easily as to give away her virginity like it was the easiest thing to take from her.

What happened to her priorities?

Gone.

Gone into the endless lust that swallows her into oblivion.

Leilynn closes her eyes, allowing Heath to do as he pleases with those skillful hands that knew exactly how to make her moan and beg for more. And those lips, oh those lips that left hot kisses on every patch of skin, sending her body in an inferno of pleasure and so much heat.

It was late that afternoon when Dom wakes up inside the dirty old phone booth. The rain had stopped and she felt the leaves between her toes when she wiggles and moves to stand with her slippery 3 inch heels. She stumbles back down which splattered mud around her. The stench invading her nostrils that made her gag a bit before she finds her footing and eventually started walking outside the damn booth. Outside was a number of passerby who gave her weird judgmental looks. Some were actually concerned for awhile before it faded quickly when her seductive wet look was presented to the world. Her clothes sticking against her scarlet red laced bra like it wanted to be seen. Whispers and subtle cat calls greeted Dominique who didn’t care at all.

“Same old, same old.” She said to herself.

The moon starts to peek from the autumn colored skies of red and orange mixing well with the little hints of blue and purple. It was like a painting to draw people into taking a dozen hundred photos of it before posting it in social media.

“Same old, same old.” Dominique commented to the sunset before she takes her phone out and dials a certain number. “Hey, I’m near your apartment.” She starts with a teasing tone. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”

Leilynn watches Heath sitting in the driver’s seat while she lies down at the back of his car. She sighs in her mind. Car sex? Really Lei?? She started to make another dialogue within her messed up head, still a bit clouded from the after-sex. 

You lose your virginity in a car sex? I thought you had standards. 

Well… I did give it to him… I DO like him. BUT CAR SEX?? REALLY????

Lei hides under the coat that Heath placed over her when he had thought she was asleep.

Curled in a ball of shame, Lei steals glances towards the rear-view mirror to see Heath focused on the road.

You were ruthless and you gave me no preparation. I told you I was a virgin but you didn’t care. And after you have sex with me you ask where I live so you can take me home like you were guilty for doing what you did to me. Then...then… you cover me with your coat…. AND THEN! And then… you act so kind like you always do… like when you first met me down the halls of the university.

Leilynn recalls the time she had first met Heath. It was winter… and her coat was wet from the snow that had covered it.

FLASHBACK

“Fuck,” Leilynn picks up her soaked wet coat that she had received from her brother last Christmas. It was a warm chocolate brown jacket that kept her warm during the winter seasons. And now, it was soaked. Remnants of snow still clinging to its sleeves. She sighs at the sight of her beloved coat and sighs even more when she feels the snow starting to fall from the cloudy skies above. “I’ll get sick for sure.”

She can’t get sick now. Not with finals coming. All her studying and hard work will be for nothing if she gets sick.

Lei was talented both in academics and art. Because of this she was praised by the faculty and staff for her performances in each classes that she took. In her 2nd year, she was given a prestigious award by the headmaster of the university and was exalted the top in her peers. An in return, she was bullied. A lot. And it was becoming a daily activity for Leilynn. Her friends slowly left her, scared to be bullied along with her, or just jealous of her achievements.

School was starting to be a drag and she had thought about dropping out. She just couldn’t balance her studies with the emotional or physical pain she receives from her classmates. Sophomore year was already hard as it is with the subjects starting to take a toll on her health.

“I want to quit.” Leilynn said in a defeated whisper.

“Because of a coat?”

Lei jerks her head towards the voice that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Her eyes widen at the sight of Heath Witherpool who was in one of her classes. “E-excuse me?”

Heath grabs Leilynn’s coat and without another word, removed his own and hands it over to the petite girl with glasses who doesn’t move an inch with his kind gesture. He sighs and places his coat around her shoulders.

“It’s a trade for your lousy wet coat.” He leaves after that and starts walking to his dorm.

END OF FLASHBACK

Leilynn wakes up when she felt the car stop. She peeks from under the coat that has been her blanket for the whole ride to see Heath watching her from the rear-view mirror. Lei wasn’t sure what to do when their eyes met. She wonders if she should look away or not. They watched each other’s stare through the mirror. No one spoke for awhile. The silence unbearable.

“The look in your eyes is enough to make me hard.” Heath said teasingly.

Lei blushes furiously and looks away. “W-well your voice doesn’t match your choice of words at all!!!” It was the best she could come up with at the moment.

Heath chuckles at her statement. “And yet you seemed to really like it when I talked to you during sex.” He smirks, watching Leilynn react underneath his coat.

“Sh--sh….shut-up!” Her mind was losing to this game way too quickly. She felt ashamed for even receiving the academic award when she was losing to this petty exchange. “You’re so unfair…. Heath.” She said in defeat.

A pause.

The sound of the car engine starting up resonates around the small cramped space. Heath doesn’t say another word and continued to drive. Leilynn couldn’t find the strength to look at the man driving anymore. She decides to fall asleep, wondering if she can go back to that moment when Heath stood beside her that one winter night.

Heath turns on the car radio…

Oooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind

Oooh every time I watch you serpentine

A smirk subconsciously surfaces from the side of his lips.

Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'

Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'

Not to think about you

No, no, no, no, not to think about you

No, no, no, no, I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'

Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'

Not to give in to you

No, no, no, no, not to give in to you

Heath hits the gas and drives along the streets of Coldher Ave, a row of white sophisticated townhouses. On the end of the street is the only rustic wood styled townhouse that stands out like a sore thumb since it was also placed in the corner of Coldher Avenue and Medtown Avenue. Both avenues are known for their prestigious architecture and modern styled houses. Rent is pricey and owning one house or townhouse gives you a good reputation among your neighbors.

Except number 89, also known as Woodland townhouse. The only townhouse that can be afforded by the common folk. It is usually housed by students who can’t afford the dorms or those who are struggling to get a better living in the city. It was also rumored as a brothel, and or a cocaine house. Both were of course just rumors. But it doesn’t stop the neighbors from judging everyone who enters the premise.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t as shady as the rumor has it. 89 was just a really old townhouse that used to be an orphanage before Evolon became the city it is now. Its current residents are nothing close to criminals. Instead they are a bunch of hardworking people who tried to survive the harsh life in Evolon Ciy. One particular resident is a Medical Technology graduate named Dana Bleu.

With my feelings on fire

Guess I'm a bad liar

A silhouette stands in the middle of a small dark room in the 2nd floor. The dim moonlight peeks through dark blue curtains, revealing long legs, fair skin, yellow jersey shorts and raven black hair that drops all the way down to fairly shaped hips. Bluish grey eyes reflect the phone’s screen.

Dana bites the bottom of her lips.

I see how your attention builds

It's like looking in a mirror

Your touch like a happy pill

But still all we do is fear

What could possibly happen next?

Can we focus on the love?

Paint my kiss across your chest

If you're the art, I'll be the brush

“You want boobs? You got it.” Dana said in a rebellious tone.

Her eyes focused on the words NoBaggage34 on her phone’s screen. Glaring at the words, ‘if you’re really a girl then show me your breasts’. Dana knows that it was just a horny man’s request urging her to send some nudes through the stranger app she downloaded just recently. But the exposure she suddenly had with numerous horny guys online who could ask for nudes like it was water, started to flip a switch inside the stressed out young woman.

With my feelings on fire

Guess I'm a bad liar

“That was Bad Liar by Selena Gomez. Up next is the most loved latin song--” The silver pocket radio found on top of Dana’s bed spoke as the song fades into a viral pop Latin song.

Dana was already burned out from her job that only allows short breaks and rarely gave her time for herself. And then one day she learned about an app through her coworker who had found a really hot guy who is now going out with her.

She hated it. It was frustrating.

Here she was with no social life because she was working hard and barely getting any sleep. And then here was her stupid lazy coworker who was dating a hot guy by chance with a stupid app she installed 3 days ago.

Dana watches her boobs flash in the camera screen. “I look better than her. I’m way prettier too.” She fixes her bangs. Grey eyes glued to the figure she finds through her phone.

CLICK!