Love Doesn't Exist

Chapter 1

*Karin's POV*

He leans in whispering in my ear, my heart pounding when he traces his hand down my back. Just as our lips are about to touch my face gets smacked with something soft bolting me from my dream.

“Gosh I though I’d never be able to wake you up!” I glare up at Savannah, taking in her morning appearance. Her dark brown hair lies against her neck in a messy bun, her sweatpants pulled tight around her hips while her shirt is raised up just slightly enough to see the starting of her stomach.

Groaning I roll over into my pillow, “What do you want Savannah? I was kind of having the best dream ever.”

“Obviously, you woke me up with your non-stop moaning. I kept calling your name to get you to stop, but since that didn’t work I thought I would hit you with this here pillow.” She holds up her pillow pointing to it. A huge smile plastered on her face.

I look at her, my eyes wide, “I was not moaning!”

“Yes you sure of heck were! I even recorded it just in case you denied it.” She pulls out her phone, turning up the volume so I could hear.

This girl…I swear sometimes.

“Ok ok ok I believe you! You can stop playing it now!” I look over at the clock and stretch, 6:30. Great! Another long day of nothing but hormone ranged teenagers and teacher's bad breath.

I walk over to my closet and look over my clothes, choosing what to wear. I come out with a plain lime green t-shirt, skinny jeans, and tan toms. Brushing my hair I close my door and walking into the kitchen.

With her mouth full of gosh knows what Savannah looks up at me and smiles, “Looking beautiful, just beautiful.”

“EW! Swallow before you speak.” I say, crinkling my nose in disgust.

“Why? It’s just you. I ain’t trying to impress no one.”

“Why? Because I would actually like to eat my breakfast without you spraying yours everywhere.”

“Oh stop complaining and get over it. Now sit.” She gestures to the chair beside her.

“No thanks I’d rather stand and eat. That way I don’t have to worry about chunks of your ‘breakfast’ flying into mine.”

“Suit yourself.” She kicks up her feet and leans back. Her hair falling down her back. She is wearing a light blue shirt with jeans and some brown cowboy boots.

Savannah is and always will be my best friend. We’re like sisters. She moved in with my family and me a few months back. Her parents are totally insane and were planning on shipping her up to live with her grandmother in Ohio. I of course wouldn’t allow this. So instead I convinced her parents of signing her over to us. It took some time but they finally said yes. Now I have never seen her happier.

Finishing up my breakfast I put my dish in the sink and grab my bag for school.