My Chemical Romance 1. by loyalsock
 

My Chemical Romance 1. by loyalsock"I think. . ." My hands grew slick with sweat as she looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. Her lips plump and juicy, ready for mine to greet them. In my chest, my heart beat rhythmically, worried about her reaction to these words. The first time I would ever utter these words in my life."What?" She asked me, her hand traveling to my face. She traced my jaw line with her finger. I grabbed it and kissed it. Jayda had the most beautiful coffee-colored skin I'd ever seen. How in the world did my eighteen year old high school ass admit to a girl I'd been dating for just a month that I was falling for her? My friend Thadius would tell me I'm in over my head. But I, Adam Warren, from Ammington High in Illinois, was falling in love. She was beautiful. Fierce, sexy, radiant. And beautiful. She's one of only a few black people at Ammington High, an import from a school on the South Side of Chicago. Her mom won the lottery and moved here so she could get a better education and so she could escape the barrage of k**s who were jealous of her. They had every right to be. Jayda Jones had the most beautiful, curvaceous figure. Big tits, wide hips, thick thighs, everything. I'm a man of diverse tastes. I like all shapes, sizes, and colors. She definitely fell into my attraction. When she came, she had an attitude problem because she was paranoid. Coming from the hood to a predominately white area? Not so easy, according to her. She actually thought I was only being nice to her to get into her pants, but that wasn't the case. I'm just generally like that. Most of my girlfriends at Ammington--6 to be exact--have only dated me because they wanted to hook up with the guy who looks like Adam Lazzara from Taking Back Sunday. They're bitches. Shallow, materialistc bitches. I actually swore off of them after one of them cheated on me at the Winter Wonderland dance. But when Jayda walked in, I saw someone different. I changed my mind.We hung out all the time when we could. We'd crack jokes about each other all the time. Sometimes it got racial, but I never crossed the line or pissed her off. We saw movies, listened to music--my proudest accomplishment was getting her hooked on Maroon 5 and Daft Punk, because she only listens to hip-hop and R