I wear high heels, She wears T-Shirts, why does he likes her so much.

Can Somebody hand me a gun?

“I know Jacob since Freshman year.” He continued, leaning his back on the desk.

Why did he kept on blabbing? And why did I kept on listening?

“So what.” I muttered. “So, stay away from him… He’s looking like a good o’l guy, but believe me, he’s boiling inside.” Alec said, he’s tone was superior. What is he my boyfriend? 

“Do you think I’ll believe in you?” I hissed. “I’m just saying. You know, I still like you.” He said.

Note to self: Basketball captains are aggravating people. Especially Alec Carlisle.

“Yeah, you still like me, but you hooked up with Kimberly Dione?” I said, bleakly. Beginning to walk away. “Taylor. Listen to me.” He gripped my left wrist, and I gasped at how it hurt me. “Get of me.” I said, pulling my arm away. “Give me another chance…?” He whispered. I love attention, but it seems like I don’t like this kind of ‘attention’ he gives me. 

Can Somebody hand me a Gun? I wanted to shot this guy dead. “Alec, get off me now.”

Note to self: Learn Karate.

He let my hand go. And he suddenly run away… Is he crazy? Too bad, he’s good looking.

When I got out of the file room, a janitor saw me, but thankfully, he ignored me. “Good afternoon.” I said. and he smiled crookedly. Weird… I find myself half running towards the lobby. Night shift students are starting to go to their classes, and every student gawks at me. Why? because of my clothes, maybe. I don’t know, did I did something nasty? I just peak at Jacob Black’s file, I didn’t stole anything. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them, the students are gone. Am I just dreaming? Weird, Weird, Weird. I need to go home as fast as I can. Take a bubble bath, drink tea, and savor my macaroons. I need a refreshment.