“You know, Alex. Indian sex So I grabbed my bag and left the room for lunch. “Yeah.” He replied, “I like to have a cigarette once in a while, maybe after class but it’s not really a habit.”
I looked sideways at him and he didn’t seem to notice as my eyes lingered a bit on his lips around that white cylinder. It wasn’t too bushy or anything. It made me even more pissed off, and I grabbed hold of a chair nearest to my desk and tossed it. I wanted to be this subject. Temper was a lot of my problem. No one fucking touched me affectionately growing up, and my father often used me as a punching bag when he was drunk. Strawberry some call it, sand I’ve heard my mother say. So I grabbed my bag and left the room for lunch. It made me even more pissed off, and I grabbed hold of a chair nearest to my desk and tossed it. But he saw through it all. Defiant and to my nature, thinking I was a lot cooler than I was.
