Never Leave (BWWM)

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Hello everyone! I'm glad that you're here and have decided to read my story.

Please give feedback by commenting on the story. That'd be VERY helpful! ;)

I have to admit that the beginning of the story isn't going to be all drama filled, but I promise it will get good after a few chapters! Just bare with me, folks.

Also, I know that the prologue said updates are weekly, but I've changed it to Tuesdays and Fridays. So yay for that!

Just for clarification, this is an interracial couple story so if you don't respect that, I request that you leave now. Also, I curse a lot so beware of that. I just wanted to let you guys know before you started reading something you wouldn't be interested in.

And now, without further ado, I present you with chapter 1. :)

Happy Reading! :)

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Wednesday

Trevor

I glimpse over at the door way of the classroom, then do a double take, really taking all of her in. Her hair is thick, dark and curly, but you can definitely tell it isn't as short as it looks. I'm pretty sure that if she outstretches one of her curls, it's as long as my mom's hair, and it's halfway down her back.

This girl is seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and this isn't an exaggeration. She's gorgeous.

Her skin is a smooth chocolate brown, kind of like a Hershey's bar. God, that was a really bad comparison, but I swear that's what it looks like. Almost good enough to eat.

I often don't pay much attention in class, but French is my favorite subject. I could study it all day and night, but no one knows this of course. But today, my mind isn't anywhere near the foreign subject. My mind is all over this mysterious new girl, who I'd sure like to get to know.

"Parlez-vous Français?" Asks the teacher to the new girl, who's still standing in the doorway of the classroom.

"Oui," she speaks French, too? God, how much more perfect can she get?

"Comment tu t'appelles?"

"April Waters, Madame." And boom. There it is. Her name's April. I mean, how can someone with the name April not be perfect? It makes you think of the spring time, the best time of the year. The season where the weather is just right and the trees are beautifully blooming.

Look at me, daydreaming, about the spring time, over a girl! I never trip over girls. Ever. But then again, I've never seen a girl as beautiful as April Waters.

"Is there an open seat for Mademoiselle Waters?" I look around and just my luck, there's an open seat behind me, and one beside me. Ha.

"Um, Madame DuBois, there's a seat right here," I blurt out, pointing at the seat beside me. Everyone turns and looks at me.

"Wow. You, Trevor, offering someone a seat? And they said it couldn't be done," one girl says.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask.

"You being nice. The said it couldn't be done." Her name's Brittanie and I swear that ever since elementary school she's been the most annoying person I've ever met. She doesn't like me, and she knows I can't stand her. I fake a laugh and flip her off, causing her in turn to roll her eyes and twist back around toward the front of the class.

"Ah, oui. There you are, Mademoiselle Waters," Madame DuBois says in her heavy French accent.

"Merci," April replies. She walks into the room and takes the seat beside me, sitting her extremely full backpack on the floor between our desks. I look at her, but only for a second. I can't let her think I'm weird.