I trudge back to my dorm room not wanting to see his face. His, beautifully flawless. STOP IT ALYSSA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! Without even realizing it I walked the entire way home and now I'm facing the door. I slide my hand into my skin tight back pocket only to realize it's empty.
"No. No. No. This can NOT be happening right now." I quickly whisper to myself. My hand struggles to knock on the door begging Josh to open up for me.
He opens the door with a smirk and no shirt. I can feel myself straining not to look down. His body floats closer to me until I could feel his rippling abs on my stomach. My knees are going weak; but I refuse to let him know how I feel about him. He pulls me into the room and pushes the door closed with his foot. Pulling me over we fall onto his bed making it squeak for a few bounces. I push myself up and turn my back to him making sure he can't see my flushed cheeks.
"Baby, why are you acting like you've never been on top of a guy before. Oh wait why would you?" Ouch. That hurt.
"You know what. I don't need you, I didn't even choose to go to this stupid school." Oh no. Not now. I can feel my face start warming up and my eyes stinging. The tears roll around my eye, testing to come out. Teasing to fall and show my true emotions.
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" He sounds concerned, but maybe he's here for acting and he's just advanced in sounding sincere. My tears start falling, rolling, and gliding down my face. Unexpecdidally I felt big, strong arms around me. Flipping me to face him was Josh looking down at me as if he knows how I feel. Like he knows me and my story. Like we were no longer enemies but friends.
YOU ARE READING
LaGuardia Arts High School
Teen FictionA young girl, named Alyssa Taylor, goes to a boarding school and rooms with a boy named Josh Anderson. She finds out more about him than she wants. But is it worth it in the end?
