I walked to class slowly. My shoulders hunched forward as my head hung low. I don't want this to happen. I wish Jas wasnt in my first period class so tha way i could talk instead of being shy. That's how i am with him, shy and fragile.
I sat in my normal seat, being the first in the classroom meant that i got to pick my seat. I always picked the same seat. Right in the middle. There's one open seat on my left. The seat to.my right is occupied by a delicately pretty blonde. But if i know both boys, i know they would be the last to enter this classroom. And it turns out i was right.
Jas walks in first, arrogance following him in the most gorgeous way. He strides to me and places a kiss on top of my curled head.
"I missed you!" He whines at me as he pulls the seat out.
"Who the hell is this kid?" Williams seethes. I think i like his last name better, it suits him well.
"I'm her boyfriend. Who the hell are you?" I choke on my own spit as i try to keep from laughing.
"Man, she's my girl, i've never seen her before so i call dibs."
"Too late cupcake!" Jas flashes a silly grin at Williams as he slides into the seat.
The bell soon rings as the teacher walks into the room. He starts immediately with a lecture but i'm too busy writing to notice.
Worn pages from the oily touch of many years
When you touch me i ignite a fire inside your body
Thoughts explode into your mind and i trap you in an illusion of a movie
When in reality all you are doing is sitting in your bed, your fingers splayed across my spine in an effort to try to memorize my every line
But that will be difficult to do considering every time you see me i am unexpected and you are expecting.
Satisfied with the way my poem looks i quickly doodle my signature, it's messy but it is mine. Jas looks over at me and smiles and i smile back, a fluttering feeling clawing at my stomach. I turn back and see Williams staring daggers at the back of my best friend's cranium.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I am so so sorry for such a late chapter. I have been steuggling to find the words. But i am back! Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh, Merry Kwanzaa (is it merry or happy?) I love all of you and please leave comments i love them so much but as for any poetry you see in this book, it is mine, i have written them all by myself and i really would hate to see it being copied. If anyone wants a poem written i would be glad to do it, poetry is my second passion. All you need to do is tell me about the situation you want written.
