A letter A day

The third letter

A picture of Lauren above!! Like always, ENJOY!!😄
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  "Do you want me to clear up what has already been said to you by your ex?" I state.
  "Okay look, I didn't come here to pick a fight, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted, it's just, our break up hit me hard and whenever another girl somewhat prettier or nicer like yourself comes into the picture, I get jealous. I hope we can be friends, again, I'm sorry for what I did earlier that's so unlike me." She apologizes. The apology reaches her mouth but not her eyes. That's how you tell if someone's lying, which she is. But, like the weird person I am, I want to know why she's like this to people so I just nod my head and walk towards Tegan.
"Remind me again why you dated her?" I ask.
"I don't know, she was all alone and my hormones where going one million miles an hour. She was new and I wanted to get to know her better, but our break up was messy and I unleashed her dark side in a way. She wasn't always like this you know. She used to be the sweetest person in the world, that was until I met you this year. You are nothing compare to her." He smirks. I don't know wether to take that as a compliment or flirting or hormones. My heart is racing and I swear that he can hear it. It's booming sound is going at an alarming rate that I don't think is healthy or humanly possible.
You need serious help.
No, he just needs to stop saying sweet stuff like that to me.
Good job, your talking to yourself and now it's going to be weird if you respond back because you've taken so long.
"Thank you?" I say confused.
"Yes, it's a compliment. I didn't think that anyone could make me feel the way you do. I stopped going after all the girls in hope that you, a good girl, could possibly do the impossible, which is give a 'bad boy' like me a chance." He sighs. He runs a nervous and shaky hand through his hair and looks up, lines creasing his forehead. That look is going to kill me. He casts me a smirk, and the dimples, might as well just take my soul right now.
  He knows he has an affect on me that's why he moves closer and I can feel two sets of eyes scorch my soul. Only one of them I care about and that is the beauty right in front of me. This needs to stop or I'm going to do something that I'm going to regret, and that's something I will never let myself do again, not after what happened with my first. No, I did not have sex, I'm still a virgin, unlike half of the high school population. His warmth is so comforting I almost fall right into him, his trap. He wants me to fall for him. I will not, I can't.
  "Should we get back to working? We only have two weeks." I push. I don't want to talk about what just happened so I try and brush the topic of but he doesn't like that. I reach for the pile of loose leaf he has but his grasp on my wrist stops me and a lump forms in my throat. I don't like being controlled. I try to get out of his death grip but he has the tightest grip on my hand and I don't like that.
  "Let me go." I demand.
  "Not until you answer this question." He pleads.
  "Ugh, what?!" I spit.
  "Go to the winter wonderland dance with me." He asks. What do you just say?
Sure I'll go with you, just right after I mentally do a happy dance.
  No, I don't want a repeat, he's no good for me and I'm no good for him. We're total opposites and we will never work. I'll end up falling for him then I'll catch him cheating on me behind my back like my last boyfriend. That wasn't a pleasant feeling but maybe he'll be different. I plaster on an unreadable expression as he try's to look for any sign that I actually want to.
You have no idea how long I have waited for you to ask me that.
  Shut up.
I'm in your head, I can't.
  "If I have to... I mean, it's better then going alone I suppose." I nonchalantly say. Success. I feel like an effing boss right now. He's taken aback at first but then smiles, showing those undesirable dimples. I swear if you have dimples, your winning at life.
  "What colour is your dress?" He blurts. He then smacks his head and curses under his breath. "Sorry, I'm new at this, I've never gone to one of these, your my first actual girlfriend." He admits. Awe, I'm his actual girlfriend.
  "Who says Im wearing a dress, hell who says I'm even dressing up? I'm showing up in my pyjamas, like a boss. I'll have sunglasses and everything. I can already picture my entrance, there'll be fog and everything. Then I'll roller-skate in and sign autographs pose for my pictures, then I'll find you from the crowd and we will dance on rollar-skates." I blabber. He gives a hearty laugh and I smile at the thought that I can make him laugh.
  "What colour are you pyjamas then Ms. I-can-wear-whatever?" He questions.
  "I'm joking... Possibly. But I'm going shopping for a dress, your picking me up at 7:30, got it, no later no sooner. I'll text you what colour my dress is so you can buy me a flower thing and buy a tie the same colour or whatever." I explain.
  "Yes ma'am." He salutes.
  "So does this thing mean that were dating?" I ask nervously. I start playing with my fingers and can't help thinking that I asked the wrong question at the absolute worst time.
Way to look desperate. +A for effort though, way to aim for the stars.
  "Um...I don't know. Do you want us to be a thing?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. Okay good, he's nervous too.
  Do I want us to be dating? It's so soon, I barely even know the guy! I've seen and grown up with him but never actually initiated conversation with him, an actual one that is. Asking to borrow something or calling his name to give him a ball or something not included. Sorry to break the reality of talking to your crush but those things don't count as actual conversations.
  "I-I honestly think we need more time to get to know each other. What if we don't like each other? We need time to get to know more about each other as a person, not that I don't know that your favourite colour is red and that your favourite sport to play is hockey. Favourite subject is, I'm going with my gut on this one, science. Because you love the learning behind it and the complications of formulas and DNA. You have an older brother and a younger sister, live in a huge house from what I've heard and apparently no one has seen or ever been in your room... Ever." I state. Now I sound like a creepy stalker.
  "Well I know that you have no other siblings, an only child. Your favourite colour is Yellow, weirdo. Your favourite subject is gym and English. English because you love writing and speaking your mind about things you feel passionate about. You also love the satisfaction of finishing a book and you specifically go into chapters just to sniff the smell of new books. Your favourite sport to play is softball and you love watching Disney movies, your friends love to talk about you and how you cry over Inside Out every time that bing-bong dies." He smirks. I start to tear up just thinking about Bing-Bongs death. That movie had lost's of twist and turns.
  "Take her to the moon for me." I croak. I am pathetic. He looks at me and his smile fades, he probably thinks that I'm crying over something that I just thought about, not something as stupid as a child's movie. He wraps me in a hug. A foreign feeling overwhelms me. He rubs his hands up and down my back and I shiver under his touch. He lets out a throaty laugh and I smirk.
  "Let's get working shall we?" I say. He nods his head and grabs the loose leaf. The dance is in three days and I have nothing to wear. What do I even wear to a thing like this.