A week passed, and me and Charlie's paper wasn't even started. I was getting quite frustrated. We sat in my room, he was still just standing in the corner.
"So...how about we talk about the heart?" I asked, I hoped he would finally speak. He just nodded his head. That's it I thought, I've had it. I stood up in one swift motion, which caused him to flinch.
"Will you please speak?!" I yelled. "Please! Anything! Why don't you ever talk? You are driving me insane! This is supposed to be a partner project, not you just sitting there staring at me!" He stared at me, wide-eyed.
"I.....i..." he mumbled.
"Please speak up! I can't take it anymore! I already don't understand this crap, and having a partner that doesn't help is shit!"
"I'm sorry..." he almost whispered, tears starting to dwell in his eyes.
"No, i'm sorry...I shouldn't of freaked out like that," I slightly smiled. I watched his face and it seemed like he was...smiling. It was the first time I saw him like that.
The next few days, Charlie and I worked perfectly. He helped me with understanding, and I really started to like him. He was funny, and cute. One day, we were sitting on my back porch, the breeze blowing lightly. He was telling me about how he wants to be a writer. I stared into his pretty, green eyes. I liked looking at him. I felt like he got me. Slowly, I leaned towards his face, my lips pecking at his. We sat there, kissing. I ran my hand up his arm, moving his sweater sleeve up. When he felt me do that, he pulled away from the kiss, and pulled the sleeve back down.
"Uh...I gotta go." he said, jumped up, and ran away. I sat there, shocked. What the hell just happened?
YOU ARE READING
That Boy
RomanceQuinn Clark, the prim and proper girl, has a very big change to her life when Charlie Taylor, the town's sad-story, comes back to school. Does Quinn actually...have something for this boy?
