My person

Chapter 2: Don't

     Author's Note: hey there! Here's a new chapter! I've decided to make this

less on my own experience and more like a fanfiction based on my life. So

some of this is real and some is not. Hope you guys like! *kisses book and

throws it*

I woke up and headed for the shower. I hear the shower running and realize my sister

got up before me. I bang on the door loudly and realize it's no use. I shuffle to the

kitchen and grab a bowl and cereal. I sit down at the diner table. I try not to fall asleep

as I eat my cocoa pebbles.
   
I hear the bathroom creak open and the foot steps of my sister going into her bedroom.

I rush to the bathroom before any of all my siblings get there first. I shower and grab a

simple outfit from my closet. I check myself in the mirror and realize that I look like shit

any way I dress. Today I'm wearing a flash tshirt, blue skinny jeans, and some Chuck

Taylor's.  I laugh at my low self esteem.

I grab my book bag and head to school.

As I walk into hell..I mean school, I see Zane and wave shyly to him. He jogs over to me

and hugs me. Startled, I giggle nervously. He pulls me at arms length and looks at me.

"Aliza, hang out with me after school?"

"Yeah, sure." I reply, looking at his handsome face nervously.

"Great!"

I laugh at his childish reaction and head to class.

Later that day...

    "Aliza! Aliza! Come with me!" Zane yells as he pushes people aside with my wrist in

his grip. I squeal and try to keep up with him. He drags me out of school and to this

path of forest nearby.

    "You aren't going to murder me with a chainsaw, right?" I ask, staring him down.

    "Um..no?" He laughs, obviously nervous.

     "Good."

      We sit on an old tree stump, covered in moss. I sit there awkwardly and look at my

hands. I have a habit of rubbing the skin on my palm when I'm nervous and I was doing

it feverishly.

      He just made feel like the butterflies in my stomach were banging like lions and

multiplying by the dozen. My head felt like it was going to explode with all the dirty

thoughts about him just floating around.  My heart was beating faster than a

hummingbird's wings.

    He looked at me with a look..was it..longing? I blushed, and looked back at my hands.

    He reached his hand to the side of my face. He cupped the side of my face and gently

guided my face to look directly at his face. I stared into his eyes and inhales sharply. He

leaned in fast and kissed me gently. Before I could react, he pulled away. My mouth

hung open and my eyes went wide.

Did this just happen?

He looked at me with a look of terror.

"I'm sorry.." He started. I didn't let him finish as I pressed my lips against his with a

passionate urgency. He kissed back with in a matter of seconds and I pulled him closer

by his shirt. I haven't even known him for more than a day and I was already kissing

him like I was madly in love with him.

Maybe I was.

He has been on my mind the entire time I've known him. His face, his smell, his eyes,

the way he looks at me, they way he's kissing me.

Am I in love with this boy?!