Chresanto
She was different from most girls here on campus. She always had on red lipstick. Was quiet most of the time, but was the smartest girl in class. I don't know if she was single or not. Regardless there was something about her that kept me drawn to her. She was a mystery and I wanted to solve her. What she liked, her background, what she liked and if what she liked was well.... me.
"Can anyone tell me why exactly he stayed with her, even though he knew he could get himself killed. Ah Ms.Rodriquez enlighten me." professor Anderson said. Another discussion about the book we were currently reading. I had football practice and had forgoten to read the tenth chapter. She placed her hand down and shifted in her seat.
"Well Mr. Anderson maybe it was lust. I mean it did state that he loved her more then his own life so maybe lust just drew him to her. No matter how much she warned him that desire was stronger and more powerful. Just like she could live without him it was the same for Lanxton."
I sat the drawn to her words. It was as if she had went through all this before. As of she was talking about me. She flashed a smile my while when she cought me looking. I swallowed hard and looked back at the book. She made me nervous. No girl has done that before. Why was she different tho.
"Ten page essay on lust. I'm sure all of you have felt it before and if not then maybe you will. I need it in two weeks. Since you guys are on break it shouldn't be an issue." with that being saof vlass was over. Grabbibg the books from previous classes I made my way out to the corridor where I was met with a lovely face.
"Sorry Chres, but I was just wondering if you weren't busy maybe you could come over and help me with my paper." It felt like my heart would sing into my stomach and disolve. Although I was twenty-one that didn't mean a girl couldn't make me feel this way. "Sure. Thats fine with me." "Great I'll see you later." Before leaving she stood on her tippy toes and gave me a peck on the lips smiling. She made sure her red lipstick made a stain right there. I didn't mind it either.
Ciara
His lips tasted sweet and if I could I would've made it deeper. But I was getting ahead of myself. What the hell was wrong with me. There was no way he would like a girl like me. That geeky girl who always got the vlass homework from the things she said during a discussion. That book we were reading,"Wonderlust" made me feel like I was one of the characters. It felt like I needed him. I wanted him more then anything. I felt like he felt the same way too. We were the modern day "Wonderlust" characters.
