Stace Rust Romane & Geschichten

Wine flowed freely, and a live quartet played jazz in the background, their melodies weaving seamlessly with the laughter and conversations of the evening. When Stacey walked in that night, wearing a simple but stunning black dress that hugged her figure and fell gracefully just below her knees, my breath caught. The lights reflected in her eyes, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire room stilled to acknowledge her presence. She wasn’t just the woman I had fallen for quietly over the years, she was a Teacher, an author, a force, someone who had poured herself onto the page and risen above every scar her past had left behind.

It was better to think they had a special relation to avoid the matter of the act. Stacey wanted to say that her brother had apologized the very day, but before she could, another woman came out of nowhere. A woman in her twenties, wearing a skinny jeans and a tight crop top, her belly button revealed as a black waist bag wrapped around her fair belly. She yelled at her lungs, “Stacey! You never told me Darius is dating your brother?” her eyes bulging out of her socket. She pulled a chair from the table beside them and fit herself into the two person table comfortably.

My eyes focused and I felt like I knew her… She was in a basic dress, not at all like the rest of the females here and she was barefoot. “Is that … fucking Stacey,” Weston shouted, practically falling into me since I stopped abruptly. I watched as she completed her shift and sprinted in the woods. Fucking … Stacey. That bitch!!

"What the hell is leaf boy and is she calling me that? she must be insane, such a beauty to be insane. who are you and what are you doing in my house naked I asked her again and she ignored me and tried touching me again and I moved back. "Who sent you here to seduce me you S**t" I said and she frowned. "why are you still calling me s**t again? you keep calling me s**t all the time, I have told you that my name is Melissa and not s**t, Perhaps I might look like your s**t girl but I am not her" she said and I find myself chuckling. "Are you insane? I asked her and she glared at me getting angry "I just told you now that I am not your insane and your s**t that my name is Melissa; can't you hea

Grr This is really putting me on the edge. I have to write a reply to make an excuse that I can’t make it for the time being because I’m having some personal problems. Zae will really be mad at me for ruining her career but I promise that I’ll make it up to her once I have everything figured out for now, I need her help, I need her body. [Another message popped up] ‘Hey. Whose using her account?’ Another weird message popped up. It wasn’t her mother but someone else that I’m not familiar with. Her name is Stacey.

She nearly turned back twice. But when she got to the tall building Jenny had texted about, she knew for sure. Jenny was at the door in a red robe, her face done up like for a photo. "You made it," she said, raising her brow. Stacey moved in slowly. The air was full of the scent of perfume and cash. Jenny looked her over again. “Okay, but before anything—how old are you really?” Stacey swallowed. “Seventeen.” Jenny’s smile faltered. “Damn. I had a feeling.” She crossed her arms. “You’re young. "Can you handle what this asks?"

He said softly and just then, the door opened again, and Stacey peeked her head in. “Okay. Sorry to ruin the emotional moment, but it’s time.” She let out and then stepped in fully, eyes glistening when she saw me. “You look like a freakin’ goddess.” “I know right, Nia is a miracle worker.” I replied with a smile. “She’s crying on her I*******m right now,” Stacey said, grinning. “She posted a sneak peek and said she’s honored to have dressed a queen.” My cheeks warmed. “I don’t feel like a queen.”

I lean across the table and squeeze his lean fingers in mine. The sound of Stacey's engine pulling in the driveway breaks up the moment. She is my best friend who drives a beat-up truck that used to belong to her older brother. "Stace" as I love to call her has been my friend since I came to Riverside. She is as loud as her engine, dyed blue curls, ripped jeans, and dark make-up announces her presence wherever she goes. I love her. She is everything I am not: Bold and confident. "Yo folks, morning. Can smell those pancakes from two blocks away." She snatches one from my plate.

Ruby rushed in to see Stacy, staring at a note. *Be careful or you will end up like her. That's Rose, Jason's ex-girlfriend.* Her eyes skirted to Ruby who stood at the door confused as ever. Stacy faked a smile and told Ruby that everything was ok. She walked out knowing that was a total lie. Immediately, Stacy hurriedly packed the present into a bag after putting the picture into a big brown envelope. She sat down on her seat and scattered her hair with her fingers, breathing quite heavily.