I regretted it.

I regretted not opening Adeline's messages for five minutes. I wasn't popular. I didn't have anyone else messaging me and it wasn't like I had someone waiting for me. Ivory was out there doing who knows what with no need for me.

No, that wasn't true. I could trust Ivory. She was honorable. Trustworthy. She wouldn't hurt me. At least I thought so but there I was, basically flirting with another person. Why would I?

Another thing I regretted but this would surely last longer than Adeline's.

I opened the chat.

Adeline: So what happened?
Adeline:River?
Adeline: River!
Adeline: Tell me what happened!

And so on and so on.

The faster my fingers typed, the quicker my regrets faded.

Me: I spoke to her at break today. Almost got into a fight with her gang but eventually I told her and she said if she needs to she wouldn't hesitate.

Almost immediately the typing appeared under her name.

Adeline: 😯
Adeline:I didn't think you'd actually do it.

Instead of getting angry, I got giddy. It wasn't an insult like before. Now it was improvement.

Me: I'm just full of surprises today, huh?😁

Adeline: Definietly! 😅
Adeline: I guess that means I owe you now... 😏

If you are anybody below the age of thirty, you'd know what that emoji meant. It wasn't just a smirk. It was a naughty smirk. An emoji that meant 'I know what your thinking and you know you want it'.

Me: With that face it seems you have something in mind... 😉

Seductive wink. Say what you want, I know the game. I may be a horrible boyfriend. I may be the worst person ever. In that moment (and probably a few later on as well) I simply didn't care.

Adeline: Maybe... It depends.

Me: On?

Adeline: What your willing to accept as payment😏

Me:There's nothing I won't take if it's coming from you 😉

Then life paused. For five minutes, nothing happened. The conversation was surely over. I could only assume I overstepped and she got uncomfortable. At least she was gone already. I didn't have to hook her in and destroy her later on if she wasn't here at all.

A picture popped up. I clicked download and felt my blood rushing and pooling.

It was a mirror selfie. I could see her and pretty much her entire room but that wasn't what I was focused on. Adeline stood in a tight black crop top and a little piece of black material that didn't even deserve the word underwear. Her head was swayed to the side while the hand that wasn't holding the phone pulled at the drawstring of her panty.

It wasn't a nude but it was darn near.

Me: What? Why? 😳😳

Adeline: What? Don't you like it? I can take it back if you want...

Me: NO! No. Fuck Adeline. Your so beautiful. Please don't take it back.

Beautiful. At the time I wondered why I used the word beautiful. Beautiful wasn't exactly the typical word you use to describe a picture like that. Sexy, hot, smoking were words that one used. Not to me. She wasn't like anyone else. This wasn't just another picture or nude.

The word was well suited. Beautiful.

Author's Note

I would add a picture of Adeline but then I'd have to make this a mature book. 😉