Click, Clack, Click, Clack.
The heels of many students knocked against the aged tile of the high school.
Glares.
Kisses.
Anger.
All surrounded me as I pushed through the bony shoulders of teens starving themselves to have that perfect body they wished for.
A voice shouted through the crowd. "Babe! Jackson! Wait up!"
I whipped behind me to see long blonde hair bouncing past zombie-like people.
"Hey, Liv." I chuckled, wrapping her in my arms and connecting our lips.
"So, I was thinking that maybe after school we can go to my place an-" Suddenly her voice was cut off by a shriek of annoyance launching out of her vocal chords.
"Watch where you are going, fag!" She yelled as a scared-stiff boy quickly shifted his eyes downwards and shoved through the laughing bystanders, into the bathroom.
"As I was saying.." Her voice lingered off into extinction, my mind in its own world.
Then the bell rang.
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I'm Not A Fool
Teen Fiction"You love Olivia. You are supposed to be with her. That's it." Elliot cried, his breath staggered. "Don't act like I'm dumb. I'm not a fool, Elliot." Jackson muttered, enveloping him in his arms, tears streaming down his face.
