Hungry for more

Oh my gosh that looks so yummy.

I spend a lot of my time searching the Internet, looking through pictures of food. Yes, I know it's weird but my dream is to be a chef. I really haven't decided if I wanted to be just a normal one or a pastry chef.

"Come on Em," James said.

James is the most perfect boyfriend. He does everything for me and doesn't need to be asked twice. We have been dating for a couple months now.

"Emily," he said touching my arm.

"Waa? Huh?"

"Come on get off the computer," he laughed.

"But it looks so yummy!"

"I know but not as yummy as me right?"

"Uhh.."

"Em!" He said with a pouty face.

"I'm just playing," I said leaning over to kiss him.

James grabbed my chin and kissed me. Before the kiss got any deeper, I backed away since we were at school.

I turned off the computer and grabbed my stuff. James took my binder.

"I can hold it."

"But I want to carry it for you."

"Ugh." I hate when people do stuff for me. I can do stuff on my own and I don't need people doing it for me. Getting close to the door, James opened it for me. I have him a stern look.

"Hehe."

I am a sophomore in high school and I can't wait to graduate and never see this place again. Ever since 8th grade, people just hate me. One little stupid thing and everybody never let's it go. I thought going on to high school would change things but boy was I wrong. The 8th graders, which are freshman now, tell everybody else. I've learned to get over the mockery and bullying. I just hope this year is better, probably not.

"Your quiet," James said looking at me.

"Yeah sorry I'm just tired."

"Your always tired," he laughed.

We stopped at our normal spot that we stand at every morning. We laid our stuff down on the ground and intertwined our fingers.

"I love you."

"Love you too," I smiled, leaning to kiss him.

"No no no! I don't think so!" Mrs. Hock yelled.

"Ugh!" I murmured under my breath.

"Sorry!" James answer back when Mrs. Hock was closer.