It's Friday and I need to get out of this horrid place which is also known as high school.
My grey PINK backpack is already filled with homework ready to leave. My fingers tap furiously against the wooden desk that I'm sitting in, waiting for the bell to notify us that our spring break will begin. The clock above the white board in front of the class is starting to irritate me with it's ticking. My white Converse shoes kick the legs of my desk rapidly, not caring if I piss anyone off with my annoyance.
I'm wearing my blue, jean shorts and a red, baggy hoodie. My long brunette hair is in a messy bun because of the warm weather we're having here in New York City.
I can't wait any longer!
To get my mind off the ticking of the clock I look over my shoulder to glance at Jesse De Luca. He has messy, dirty-blonde hair, dark green, sparkling eyes, a sharp, defined jaw, and hollowed cheeks. His collar bones fit perfectly on him.
He's incredibly beautiful but I haven't officially met him. So, I shouldn't get too obsessed with him. An ugly attitude can ruin a beautiful face.
He's two desks away from me talking to the dynamic duo, Christian Dimitri and Timothy Weston. They're like brothers. I've always seen those three eat, talk or do what ever with each other.
Heh, do what ever with each other...
I mentally scowl at myself. This is why I should stop hanging out with Emily Striker. Oh, how could I stop! She's the best, yet dirty minded, friend a girl could ever have! She encouraged me to join the girl's soccer team with her and so far, it's great because sometime after spring break we'll be travelling out of the city with the football team to observe their game.
I turn around in my seat to face Emily. She looks ups from her cell phone with a toothy grin. Her golden, curly hair shines with grace and her glossy, plumped lips glisten. Her bright blue eyes stare into my hazel ones, trying to find answers.
Sometimes, I feel so intimidate by her. She's so flawless and I... I'm not quite sure what or who I am. Well, of course I do know my name, Blair Hills.
"What's wrong, Blair?" Emily tilts her head up, making herself look superior.
"Nothing really. Just trying to figure out why I'm friends with you." She pretends to look offended then slaps my arm playfully. We start to laugh. "What are your plans for spring break?" I begin to feel relieved of the thought of being school-free.
She screeches and jumps in her seat which earns us a few glares from students around us that feels like annoying daggers to the chest. "I'm going to Mexico with my whole family!"
"Wow."
That's all I have to say. Nothing more or nothing less. My "family" has never taken me on exotic trips. My father is always on business meetings out of town. He barely spends time with us. It's pretty rare for my dad, my brother and I to do anything together. It's only the three of us. My mother, Isabelle, left us because my dad was to committed to his job. When she left... I-we felt devastated. We didn't really know how to deal with it. Last time I checked, she married another man.
Suddenly, a queazy feeling settles over me, but I brush it off.
I scratch the back my neck. "So, what you're telling me... that you won't be able to hang today?"
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Fiksi RemajaAll Rights Reserved® He cups both sides of my face. His touch is warm, and unbearable. We're barely an inch apart. His husky breathing sends chills down my spine. We stare intently at each other, full of lust and compassion. It's hard to refuse him...
