Turn On

Poem

A/N: This poem if sorts is the bases of this story. It gave me the idea to write about it and its something I think should be taken seriously. There are teen mums out there and I respect what they have achieved and are trying to prove that they are still just normal people.

I look across the old crowded hall and meet your eyes. You give me a smirk, which you only ever do when you're flirting...
But you'd never flirt with me would you?

You start to walk over but get stopped by some girls who seem to be totally into you, but you excuse yourself and keep walking towards me.

You stand in front of me, but don't seem to notice I'm there. It's not until the bell rings and I try to get past you, that you stop and acknowledge me.

"Wait..." you say, "I need to talk to you."

As the final stragglers make their way to class you drag me down the haunted corridor.

Slamming me against one of the old hard metal lockers, breathing heavily against my skin.

"You have no idea the effect you have on me. The sight of seeing you standing there every day by yourself looking so sweet and innocent and out of place. It's become a major turn on for me" he says.

Standing there in utter shock at what the most popular guy in school has just said to you.

Did he really just say that? Did he really say that I turn HIM on? This is impossible or so I thought. How? Why..? Why?