Lacris
A woman so good-looking and sharp she could cut through steel. You’d follow her anywhere, even if she told you to sit on a hot stove.
She smiled at me in class and my teacher had to send me to the principal’s office.
I asked her out. She said yes, then asked me to pay for her coffee, her dinner, and her rent.
She walked past me and my dog started licking my face. I cried.