Why? ❤

  Once upon a time a girl from a small town, Genevieve, was at a cross roads in her life. She was at the point when she was either going to say yes or no to this guy she liked, Dallas. You might think, we'll if you like him then, say yes, but Genevieve wasn't sure. She had heard rumors that Dallas cussed and was failing a lot of his classes in school. Asking her out was one of the worst things that he could have done, again. He knew that she had heard the rumors, but he also knew that she was madly in love with him. There was one thing that she couldn't do.... Say no.

  Genevieve dated Dallas, more than once and everything that he asked her out, she just didn't have the courage to say no. She didn't know what was so appealing about him but she couldn't help it. Genevieve would just gaze into his blue eyes and her heart would just melt. His blonde hair and hands that would just make her feel so loved. Genevieve was still confused about why, he would ask her out for the fourth time, but she never found the answer...

  That morning she got to school extra early. For no apparent reason, Dallas walked right up to her and sat down. He made a normal conversation, like anyone would do. Then he move his hand right next to Genevieve's and said, "Look, I really like you and you might not know me, but I have heard a lot about you. You wanna go out??" She replied, " Well, lemme get to know you and ask me in two days." She smiled slightly, and waited for him to smile back. Before the bell to go to class rang, he said, "Can I have your number?" Genevieve grabbed a pen and wrote it on his hand. She didn't know anything about him at the time and was really happy that he like her because he was really cute. Genevieve was back at school the next day at the same time and, Dallas's was waiting there for her. The small smile that grew even bigger when she saw him, was on his face. She walked towards him and smiled," I got the answer to that question you asked," She winked at him. " And what is that?" he asked as he took a step closer and walked back. " Totally." I smiled and grabbed his arm. My heart beated a mile a minute as he walked me to my class. That afternoon, her boyfriend, Dallas. Was holding her hand every time he saw her. At first it was sweet, but then it got really awkward and he was getting to attached to him. "What do I need to do?" She asked her best friend Lena. "I don't know, and I don't care," she replied with an attitude. " Well, you know what," Genevieve asked, her voice deepened, "I have always been there for you but every time because of your boyfriend, you can never be here for me!! All of you're boyfriends have always been more important than me, and I am sick of it!!" Genevieve stormed off and Lena stood in the middle of the hall, saddened because she had never noticed that before.

  Genevieve was sitting alone in math, waiting for Lena to come and comfort her and apologize, but none of that happened. Lena walked in with her new 'BEST FRIEND' , Kirstyn, and sat down next to her. Lena looked at Genevieve, rolled her eyes, smirked and looked away. That broke Genevieve's heart, that she had known her best friend for 8 or 9, maybe even 10 years, and now, Lena's gone. Luckily, she had math with Dallas, and he sat next to her. " What's wrong," he asked. She replied, " Nothing just sick of drama, stupid drama. That's all that happens in my life." He smiled and said, " At least, you have me." Genevieve smiled back, as the teacher, Mrs. Anne, started class.

  ♥ LaterGenevieve's stare at Mrs. Smith looked as she was paying attention, the truth is she wasn't. She was dreaming about Dallas. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't I stop thinking about him?' she thought. Then, the door to the class room opened and Dallas salted in carrying a note for Mrs. Smith. As he handed her the note he stared at me and smiled. His dimples are perfect. Since that day, that was their little thing, Genevieve would walk into Mr. Davis' room and stare at Dallas. He loved her, but he was very clingy.  When Genevieve was done doing her homework, Dallas would blow up her phone... NONSTOP!!!! After she didn't pick up her cell phone, he started to call the house phone. Her dad finally picked up and threatened to call the police if he called this number again. I called him back and my dad told me that she had no choice but to break up with him. He didn't understand, he denied everything and wouldn't hang up. Genevieve felt horrible, but she had no choice. " I am so sorry. I-I'm just sorry," she started to tear up, "Goodbye Dallas."