I Don't Believe In Fairy Tales

6. Shelly

Until our lips touch. My mind is on fire. What am I doing?! I shouldn't be doing this!! I'm only 13...but...Blake.

I feel his hand around my waist. He pulls me near his chest. His thumb under my shirt, rubbing my back. Without control my hands go up his back, under his shirt.

The door slams open. We fall apart as fast as lightning.

In the door stands my mom. "Were you...kissing?!"

I turn toward Blake. "No! I was not. He was just hugging me. I'm scared."

"Oh. Ok."

My mom is so gullible. She believes everything I say.

"Why are you in here, Shelly? Why?!"

"Mom, I need to learn my lesson. Maybe the only way is to be in here."

She stares at me. No sympathy is shown in her eyes. "Fine, I'll come get you when it's done."

She storms out and slams the door. I stare at Blake, breathless. "Thanks," I mumble.

He pulls me near him again and our lips touch once more. I should push away. I should not do this. But my crush. Life was perfect. Maybe Fairytales do happen