Falling: A Teenage Love Story

Chapter 2: The Thoughts

As we drive down the road to school, I adjust the mirror that lies overhead in James' car.

"Mads? What is going on with you? You have never cared this much about your appearance." He asks as he sneaks a peek at me fixing my hair in the mirror.

"I just want to look good for our first day at Delin High." I say flatly.

Our school district divides grades into different building oddly. kindergarten, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th grade have Delin Elementary. 6th, 7th and 8th have Delin Middle. 9th and 10th have Delin Jr. High. Finally, 11th and 12th have Delin High.

He nods his head as if he understands, but I can tell he doesn't and I tell him so.

"Stop." I say sternly. "What?" He asks confused.

"Like you know what I'm talking about." I answer grumpily. "You never have to dress up to look amazing." My eyes meat his body and how he looks today. He is wearing a white shirt, a red sweatshirt and sneakers. James' body is not as ordinary, he is built strong, he works out a lot and has more muscles than I can count but he always looks how he wants. James can tone down the muscles a date or flex them in football. He also has dark brown hair that shags into his blue eyes often, but that just makes the girls go crazier.

"You're perfection sickens me." I say sticking my finger down my throat like I'm gaging.

He snickers and says "I know, and so do the ladies." As if on a cue a girl walks by and he winks then she whistles.

"Ugh, gross James." I say gaging myself yet again.

"You're just mad because you want some of this." He says winking at another girl.

I sock him in the arm, "HEY! I'm driving here!" He yells playfully.

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After 7 more winks and 2 more whistles and 1 kiss (yes she blew it at him from the side of the road) we finally get to school.

It takes me multiple deep breaths to work up the courage to get out of the car. James' opens the door like he's my personal chauffeur, he offers his hand to help me hop down from the passengers seat to the road and says, "Off to your palace m'lady."

I swat his hand away playfully and grab my backpack then leap out of the truck.

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"Promise me you'll remember: You're braver then you believe, and stringer then you look, and smarter then you think."
-A. A. Milne