"Then ask me." He says instantly.
"What?" I ask confused.
He looks be dead in the eye as he steps forward, so close to me I can feel his breath on the edge of my face. "Ask me again."
My heart is racing, what if he says no? I don't want him to say no. "Are--are we friends?" I ask nervously. I look up into his deep green eyes, reflecting a feeling I can't read. One of his hands glide up my arm and reside on my cheek softly. So softly I almost couldn't feel it.
"No." I hear come from his lips and then they crash into mine and I can't breathe.
This story is about a girl who is a different kind of nerd. She's kind of punk and wears a lot of eye makeup. She's insanely independent with a weird home life. Then there's the bad boy whom doesn't seem to have it too hard, and for the first time since kindergarten he notices her. It completely takes him off guard.
I will say there is sexual situations and there will be foul language. I want to keep is as realistic as possible.
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That Asshole that's Always in my English Class
Teen FictionRosemary and Dean have been in the same class since they were kids. Once they hit middle school they were always in the same english class and it's still the same during their senior year. He's the sensitive bad boy, she's the fiercely independent p...
