Our only night together

    I have loved Klon for as long as we've met which was our first year in college. We didn't bump into each other like other people do, neither did we get paired for anything. We met during a fight, yeah, you read that we'll. My very first impression of Klon was that he was rough and no nonsense, well he was bit after I got to know him he wasn't just rough he was dangerous as well.

  I am a calm and very reserved person so it was strange to me when I realised that watching someone fight was thrilling, usually I'll turn around and go the other way but when I caught sight of Klon that day I felt drawn to him. He was in a white wife beater and grey sweatpants which already had mine stains on it.

  He looked so tempting as his body glistened with sweat and his wife beater glue to his body like a second skin, I could see the outline of his well defined and sculptured, I couldn't look away, my eyes went upward and caught on the sight of his sharp jaw which ticked from the anger inside him. His sharp pointed nose was flawless and so was his pink lips even though it had been battered from.. punches I guess and then his brown eyes.

  I've always been attracted to cool, calm, collected blue eyed men that it felt wierd that I found his eyes mesmerising.

  I watched him fight till the end, no one won, they were both beaten up and he looked worn out, suddenly his eyes snapped up to my figure and immediately I turned around and ran off. I was frightened that he saw me, who knows he might come after me, with all those his muscles I would never beat him.

  The next next day I had to attend lectures all wrapped up in a boyfriend hoodie big enough to cover my face and hide my identity. Things went as planned, I didn't cross paths with him and boy was I glad. I got home that day showered and ate something, then I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't exactly expecting anyone and the only person who usually gave me suprise visits was my best friend Eleanor so I didn't bother putting anything over my sports bra and basketball short. I never played basketball but I had the short. Without bothering to check I opened the door and jumped on who was behind it. It took a few moments to register that my boobs were pressed against a rock hard chest and my legs wrapped around a muscular torso, I flew down instantly and looked at my visitor, it was the boy from the previous day.

 I quickly shut the door but his foot hinged it, totally embarrassed and completely flushed I let him in.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked him crossing my hand over my chest and it draws his attention to my breasts.

  "I just came to say hi to my secret admirer." He said making himself comfortable on my couch. Admirer? Who says I was admiring him? I shook my head and fastened the bolt of my front door before going into my room, when ever he was over what came over him he should leave.

 I spent the rest of the day in my room and at night I came out and he was gone. He only left behind on my couch a manly scent that was somewhat comforting.

  The next week he and I never crossed path again, I wanted to see him but I also didn't want to. I felt so confused at how a boy could do that to me.

 I went home that day passing the route I saw him fight a week back and I didn't see him, neither did I see the other guy. I got home tired and exhausted that day. Immediately I entered my apartment and locked the door I took off my clothes so I was left in my bra and thong, I went to the fridge to get a really chill drink to calm my body I felt internally hot. Since I lived alone I walked around freely knowing no one could invade my privacy. After the drink I picked my belongings and headed straight for my room screaming the lyrics to Rihanna what's my name. I kicked my door open and what I saw had me screaming and running back out side.

  Mr fighter was in my room, on my bed obviously waiting for me to come in, and my room was a total mess. He wasn't the one who messed it up anyways, I'm not really this oh so neat girl. I hurriedly put on my school clothes and re-enter the room.

  "What the heck are you doing in my house? How the fuck did you get in?" I ask going around the room picking my stuffs from the floor. I wonder if he took note of my panties lying around, the thought alone made me crimson.

  "Hey babe." Was his only reply, he looked so relaxed on my bed with my laptop next to him.

  "Stalker much." I said grabbing my laptop bit he pulled my hand and I fell flat, very flat with my hair falling forward. I made the moment so unromantic, I am unromantic.

  "Only for you." He replied and I filed my eyes pushing myself up. I took my laptop and cleared the rest stuff off the floor but he didn't leave. That night I felt frustrated, yup he stayed the night.

(Written by Jane Kingsley)

 After that day be began to get closer, awfully closer, like the itch on your skin, you just can't get it out. We gradually became friends, like I said gradually. He wasn't the type to want to get to know people, he just wanted to f*ck, I think that explains why he came visiting the day after I saw him.

  Klon and I became friends four months after we met and believe me by then I was already dieing in love or should I say lust for him. Whenever we were alone he would go bare and tempt me with his muscular chest. The first time I saw him shirtless I secretly adored him, he had a tattoo of a dark angel seated on the line above his waist.

  His abs looked even more edible with his shirt off. He caught me starring and asked me to take my shirt of so be could eye rape me, I bluntly refused though. Klon wasn't someone who'll take no for an answer so he vowed to himself to make me show him my body and it worked. One day he took my towel from the bathroom without me knowing and had me walk to the room naked and dress in front of him.

 He so made me do many unthinkable things like, spray paint the walls of a well known company and running off, he taught he how to ride his motorbike, how to play basketball and how to be a good baddie.

  Things were going smooths between us but he never asked me out. I remained to know why but he refused to budge. I promised to love him no matter what yet nothing he didn't want to risk it I even offered my body but no. I had to make him trust me with his secret and that was when I knew that not only had I made a fighter fall for me, I made a gang leader lust after me. What I'm saying is Klon was a gang leader and he didn't want me to be his girl so that I won't be his weak point.

 Even after I had heard the truth I still wanted him, hell I wanted him more and for us to be together I needed to be strong so I had him teach me how to fight.

 "We officially started dating and the news spread like a wild fire, it was then I understood what Klon had been trying to save me from, heartbreak, he could die at anytime and didn't want to leave me heartbroken. High and mighty men sought to kill my boyfriend so we started running, Klon and I dropped out at nineteen and eighteen respectively. We went into hiding after leaving school and funnily my passion for loving Klon increased and I wanted Klon to sleep with me but Klon didn't want to. I seduced him and did a possible but he always turned me down.

  Until that night, we just arrived Miami like two days ago and decided to stay in a secluded area, the rest of the gang knew we were I Maimi bit didn't know where exactly we were, well except Frank, Klon's most trusted. I knew that Klon's men caused havoc and brought misfortune and I so knew they did it only to those who deserves it.

  Last night I decided that wether or not Klon wanted it we were going to have s*X, I wore a red lingerie and by all means lured him to death, I won't bore you with the details but we made love that night, at least twice and I enjoyed every bit of it. We took a long bath and then went to sleep but were woken by hushed tones and footsteps it dawned o me that we had been found.

  Someone must have ratted us out, Klon made me hide under the bed and promised me that he wasn't going to fight them. I was muted so in fear and panic I rushed under the bed with my phone. I silently begged God to spare Klon, I loved him with my while life. The wait wasn't that long as the door sprang open and they entered. From where I lay I saw a familiar logo pasted on thier boots but my brain was frozen to remember where I saw it. Without any chitchat they shot Klon once and left the room, the sound of the gun shot was loud enough to wake the entire city.

  With a heavy heart I dialed the ambulance and gave them our address, when I looked at Klon I felt the life I me drain, he was shot in the chest. I feel at the bed's feet and began weeping. The ambulance came and rushed him away I followed crying all the way.

  We got to the hospital really quick and they had him rolled into a stretcher and then into the emergency unit, lay where I was crying till I no longer had tears to shed and wailing till my throat was dry. I hope he does die, I can't loose Klon, I just can't. I have loved him for as long as we met.