Fifteen: Bond

He was groggy, but close to being sober. When I saw him take that alcohol, I knew that he wanted to get drunk intentionally. We weren't so close, but I knew certain things about him. 

He hardly drank alcohol. But I kind of noticed that he took it whenever he was way frustrated or tired. I could also distinguish when he was frustrated, and when he was only teasing me because he felt like. Whenever he got frustrated, I wouldn't dare to speak to him. I'd just be calm at all costs, ignoring everything insults he'd throw at me. 

Staring at his half naked body, my body drowned in attractiveness towards him. His hair was wet, which made its strands slip to his forehead. Water dropped from his jaw, to his chest, then to his rock abs. Muscular, he was. Hot, he was as well. Honestly, any lady could get stimulated by only staring at his body. 

I looked away, embarrassed that my body crinkled at the sight of him. I didn't like th