"Oh yeah, the same way that the stars adorn the skies yeah Now look up sugar, now hey hey hey, the same way that my whole worlds' in your eyes Oh and it's time now, just let, let my love adorn you baby, hey Le-le-le-let it dress you down You got to know baby, oh you got to know, know that I adore you"
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I couldn't stop thinking about Trinity. I just wanted to feel her lips against mines again.
The kiss we shared was better than anything else I've experienced.
I wish I could make her my girlfriend. I know better than to ask her now, she's just going to say no.
I have to prove myself first by showing her that I'm worthy of her trust.
Trinity's not some random. If I want her time, I have to work for it.
What am I supposed to do? I'm not used to working for a female's attention.
I let out a frustrated groan.
How was I supposed to show her that I really wanted to be with her?
The bell rung signaling sixth period was over. The only thing I had to look forward to was seeing Trinity because I hated seventh period.
I used to skip class, but that caused an issue with my grades, and those grades caused problems with basketball. That's the only reason why I need a tutor. It's not that I was dumb or couldn't do the work, I just didn't want to.
I wasn't happy when the principal called me into his office. He told me I would not be able to participate in basketball or any other sports if I couldn't maintain a 2.5 GPA or higher.
I personally request Trinity as a tutor. I was afraid to approach her on my own, so I thought her being my tutor would be the perfect way for me to get to know her. There's just something about her. No matter how hard I try to fight it, I'm drawn to her. There's something special about her, and I don't know what it is, all I know is I want her to be mines forever.
I walked into the classroom, and I took a seat next to Trinity.
"Hey, Trin"
"Hey, Xabriel" she waved.
I didn't say anything else to her, I just stared.
I don't care how cheesy it sounds, but it seems like every time I see her, she's even more beautiful than the last time I saw her. It's like she gets prettier every day.
"I can feel you staring at me," she mumbled while copying the notes on the whiteboard.
I just chuckled.
Why deny the truth?
"I'm just admiring you," I replied, shrugging.
"I think you should take a picture, it'll last longer,"
