I want to touch you. I want to kiss you. I want to talk to you. Most of all, I want to apologize. What I did was a drunken mistake. I know I hurt you. No matter how much you tried hiding it, I know it hurt. If you would have done it to me, I would have been hurt too.
You looked sexy as hell punching though. My thoughts shouldn't have strayed there but I couldn't help it. You are sexy as hell. I've seen you glance at me. You glance my way in every class we share and at the cafeteria. School is ending in a month. Don't let it end without talking to me, please.
People forgot about us and moved on to the latest gossip. We always made fun of how that happened. Gossip spread like wildfire and people moved on quickly. It's always worked out that way. We always had fun talking about it.
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I Love You Baby
Short StoryMy parents warned me about the drugs in the street but never the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat. -Chuck Bass
