Why Clichés Won't Work For Me

Highschool Love

I groaned, dropping my head onto my desk. I was in science and we were going to have to dissect a frog today. My teacher was droning on about the assignment, going over exactly how to do it. Then, she strolled over to her desk and began calling out the partners. Finally, she called my name. My partner was… him. My heart raced at the sight of him. He had adorable, sparkling, sea green eyes. His hair was done perfectly, so that it looked messy, but hot at the same time, and the smirk he wore made my knees weak.

He prowled over to our lab station and looked me up and down; his gaze leaving a burning trail of fire across my skin. He reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and trailed a finger down my cheek. I began to blush like crazy; I tucked my head down so a curtain of hair surrounded my flaming face. We slowly began to work on our assignment, suddenly; a feeling of nausea took over me at the sight of the dead frog on the countertop. I rushed out of the room and ran into the girls’ bathroom. The sickness took over me, but as I was emptying out my guts, someone walked behind me and held up my hair.

When I was done, I ran over to the sink and washed my face, then took out a small bottle of mouthwash and rinsed out my mouth. When I finished, I turned around to thank the person, but was blessed with the sight of him, right next to my face. Gasping, I pressed my back up against the sink. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him. Then slowly, he closed the space between us. Our mouths moved together in sync, but then, he suddenly ran his tongue across my bottom lip. Deciding to tease him, I resisted. He poured his frustration into the kiss, when suddenly; I felt a hand trail up my thigh. He took advantage of my gasp and his tongue darted around my mouth, making my whole body heat up.

He lifted me up and placed me on top of the sink; standing between my legs, he continued to kiss me. I brought my hands up to his dirty blonde hair and tugged at it. He groaned and brought his hands under my shirt, slowly running his hands up my stomach. Then he pulled away and looked into my eyes. He began to speak, but then the unthinkable happened.

I woke up.