(Swearing Warning. PG15)
Melanie. A typical 17 year old girl. Or so everyone thought. She would say "If you ever read my thoughts, you would be terrified"
Tyler. 17 year old boy with fluffy brown hair. Normal looking. Not so normal thinking.
Josh. A...
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(TRIGGER WARNING)
Class. Great. I had math. My biggest weakness. Also, the class Melanie was in. So, of course, I was distracted. She...looks so beautiful from behind. Especially...her..SNAP OUT OF IT god....I think too much sometimes. I could only imagine her...OKAY. TYLER. STOP.YOU ARE SOUNDING LIKE A CREEPY PEDO. STOP. RIGHT NOW. Then I see her. Thank god I sit behind her. I get to see her sit down. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Stop. She sat down. "Yo Mel" I whisper-yelled to her. "Yeah?" She turned before the teacher (Miss Jackson :)) came in. "Wanna come to my house tonight, only if you're free, of course" I asked. "Yeah...why?" I think we're getting a project, that's all" I didn't really mean that. I just wanted her to do something for me. Get *We are experiencing technical difficulties* Miss Jackson finally came in. After about 10 minutes, I saw a hand raise.
A/N : Sorry this chapter is shorter then usual. I have a very serious case of writers block. Its so bad I might die of writers block...but still, sorreh
