He leaned back so his hair was pushed back onto my table as i sat behind him. It's a boy thing I guess that they like to do this, I've known about 6 boys who would do this. Honestly? Gross.
" Get off , " as I lightly push his head off the table, " Let me do my work in peace. "
I don't sit behind him, it's usually another guy but we switch places, not really sure why but it became a habit while she was completely non-existent to him. They don't even look at each other, let alone talk. But just because of a switching of seats, my life just turned completely upside down.
She sat at the places where I sat, talked to the people I used to talk to. Stole the one and only boy I thought we could maybe, somehow have a yknow what right?
Now, he tells her all his secrets.
" No, what the heck. I don't like him, I know who he likes. " was all she could say.
Lewis James Anderson, was the boy whom I found most mysterious. He doesn't allow me to know much about him, all i know is that he has 2 siblings, the area he stays around and he hates me.
Well, hate? I'm not too sure about that. Maybe just, I don't know your existence anymore and I don't wish to know you ever again.
it's that simple.
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Short StoryFrom real life situations to text messages to flirty texts to being a damn savage to falling in love with him everyday to rights and arguments. I don't have a specific name, age and race. You think of what I am, and you'll make the story your own.
