Elisha x Summer - Problematic

1 - That Girl.

I never liked that girl.
Never.

I like all types of women, but she was problematic.
Her matted hair was just like mine in a way. She was eratic but not in the same comedic tone as me.

I despise that girl-
No...
That thing.

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She chased after my friend, who had stolen her muddy bag from her yet again. She clutched her 'Heart-stopper' book and eargly jumped after the tall pupil.

"Please!" She tried to reach him, but he towered over the small figure like she was an ant.

The 6'1" boy let out a chuckle and began to spin the backpack around in large circular motions as he would usually spin the girl herself that way.

She pleaded with the giant, but he ignored her cries and rocketed the light blue mess across the clearer side of the field.

The girl laughed along with me and my friends, a tinge of pain struck through her glassy eyes.

She rushed over to her bag before any of the bullies could pick it up, and I just stared at her, watching her slender ass bounce ever-so slightly as she stood back up.

I hate her, but I can't stop staring. Why?! I've always liked thicker bodies, so why now am I feeling attracted to a slim, petite, fragile frame such as hers.

It's pissing me off. I never liked her personality, so then why... why is she so hot?

Those shiny sad eyes locked with mine. She was flushed and looked like more of a wreck than usual.

It was like she was begging me, asking me for a small sample of love, as she had never felt the sensation before.

I felt bad for the poor girl, but I could not give in.
If I did, I would be a failure to all my friends and to my moral code.

Her orbs did not break contact from mine. She needed me. I could tell. It scared me, but I needed to be the one to show her love.

Or did I?

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After our final lesson of the day, I said my goodbyes to my friends and went to her locker, the one with the yellow smiley face stuck to it in the middle of the english corridor.

I reached out my shaky hand with a short note in it and quickly pushed it into the blue metal cage before I could hesitate or change my mind.

Regret flowed through my body, but I couldn't do anything now...

The note was in there until the girl retrieved it herself.

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Dear Summer,
I saw your pained face today, and I couldn't stand to see you like that anymore. You are so beautiful but you can't see it but please, please see ME. I am here for you, Sum. I am prepared to do anything to see you truly happy. As much as I wish I could hate you, I just can't. And so, if you ever need me, no matter the time (given I'm not at school) you can come to my house and I can relieve you of all your stress. One way or another. Please, do not be scared of my comfort. I'll fix you.
-The Girl Who Lives Down St. Peters Lane (Number 27, Baby.)