Hot pockets

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Jeff's P.O.V

Ugh. Girls are stupid. Crushes are stupid. Everything is stupid. I wish I would just offed her....no I don't. YEAH I DO....Christ.

I walked in the kitchen hoping if I ate id feel better. I opened the fridge and grabbed some hot pockets. I put them in the little thingys that arent really that necessary in my opinion, and threw em in the microwave.

Why does she mean so much to me. Why do I just want to cradle her up and make her feel alright. Why does she make me smile. Why does she remind me so much of him. Why do I feel as if I owe her my everything.

I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut. I then felt two arms cling around my back. The hell. I froze. What is this.

"Jack. I'm gonna slaughter you."

Their grip tightened.

"Jack get the hell of m-"

"It isn't Jack..."

I knew that tiny voice anywhere. I then started to panic a bit. Why is she touching me. Can she not just spontaneously hug me when I'm daydreaming about her for Christ sakes? I tried pulling her arms off but she just made them tighter. I could easily push her off...I just. Kinda don't want to.

"Lexi."

"Shhhhh...."

I felt her bury her face in my back. Why is she hugging me.

"Lexi..."

My head is going everywhere. My breath hitched. I pushed my body off of the counter because she basically bear hugged me and pinned me down. I pulled her arms off just enough, so I could turn around. She was still pushing against me so when I let go, she latched back on me and slammed into my chest causing her to let out a tiny groan. I looked down at her. Her face was in my chest and I was kinda waiting for her to look up.

"Alexia."

I wanted her to look at me. I wanted to see her eyes. I slowly wrapped my arms around her. She's so warm. She slowly tilted her head up and looked up at me. God she's so gorgeous. I hate her for the affect she has on me. She was looking up at me with such innocence. I moved her bangs from her face and cupped her face. I don't usually want to just. Care for a girl. I see a hot girl and I think sex and then murder. But right now I just want to. Kiss her. Really really bad dammit.

Why is she so different

Why do I need her so bad

Why can't I hurt her

Right before I was about to lean in, the microwave beeped. I quickly let go and took them out and ran to my room.

Fuck.

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I'm Jeff when I have a crush. xoxox. SORRY ITS SHORT

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