you should know what you're falling for

twenty

Josh gives a goofy laugh, "Well, that was waste of ten minutes."

I hold my books tight against my chest, 

"And school is a waste of six hours."

He wrinkles his nose and looks me up in down, "Who pooped in your fruit loops?"

It takes a lot of effort for me not to laugh at this, but I manage to keep my stiff, solemn glare and continue, 

"Yup, a complete waste. Just like every last second I've spent with you!"

Josh halts like a soldier and grabs my shoulder, "Wait...what?"

I throw my hands in the air flabbergasted, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "Chloe, you're special; you're different from other girls! Yeah right, just like taking them backstage is original for you. I don't want to just he another Mallory or Sierra."

His large, warm hand slides off my shoulder, down my arm, and clasps hands with mine. I recoil in disgust, my nose upturned. 

"Chloe, you aren't just another Mallory, or a Sierra." I scoff, "Oh, so who am I? A Madison? Maybe a Trish?" 

"No," Josh says with intergrity, his eyes full of this sincere emotion that practically melts me. As he forms his words, his eyes captivate me and I watch his lips form sound, 

"You're not. You're Chloe. You're my Chloe." It happens so fast.

Those lips of his join together with mine, those large, warm hands of his run messily through my hair, and his athletic body presses against me, into the wall. Like a movie, I fall for it, hook line and sinker.

Time seems to slow down. I don't notice the seconds ticking by as this heavenly embrace lumbers on.

Everyone else has disappeared from the world. The classes silent rage on, cars drive by, but the hallways are deserted. Just the two of us.

We found this love in a hopeless place.

This fake town full of fake people.

Josh, the boy who'd never really fall; the player.

Me, the girl who ran from her true feelings, walls built up high as the sky.

Yet, here we were.

And then my eyes flash open, sensing someone around us. "Oh shit."

I never can guess what's coming next.