Lost Virginity: The call
The call had struck some chord in her heart and only blues could be heard. “Hello...ya speak up” she said while sobbing and her nose as wet as her cheeks. ‘She looks more beautiful in wet cheeks’ tickled my mind; ‘shut up! A girl is crying and you still searching for beauty factors?’ my heart was quick to response. But her voice and conversation suddenly seemed to be more interesting then the stupid conversation between my Mr. Evil Mind and Mr. Angel Heart. “So...was it m fault? Did I tell you...but...but...” the anger could be sensed on her prickly nose while eyes tried to overshadow it. “Excuse me...it wasn’t me who kissed that girl in front of everybody...it was you...you bloody pervert!” she tried to say it as low as she can, still managing her angry tone. “What? Shut up please...I don’t wanna talk to you.” And she disconnected the call. She saw here and there to check whether somebody noticed her or not. My eyes were still stuck on her and my mouth opened as if I ...