Elle's secret boyfriend .

towards him

Everytime I try
To walk away.
Every receding path
I take

Always end up
By your side
However I try
I am tied to your way.

I close my eyes
I see you
Every night
In my dreams.

Wide awake
you are there
At every thought
Every breath I take
My heart beats your name...

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I gasp in horror. Allan not again I thought ,silently my heart did desire to meet him. Though he might not like me again, I want to just see him. I am smitten by him no denying it.

I walk back home as the series of feelings unfurled. I must agree the fact my mom and dad are indeed supportive though they are in light of the fact that Allan and me. We aren't speaking anymore. It was a fairy tale wasn't it. A Prince Charming sweeping me off the floor. The excited voice of Finsy lingers on my ears"Allan Hawthorne Elle, I would have traded anything to get the prize from him. Damn it, that bitch Demma is indeed fortunate. "
I remained silent, how much I desired to tell her that I still remember how his lips felt on mine. Not that anyone would believe it now. Suddenly a small snow ball landed on me. It wasn't as forceful as the one on the morning. I desperately yearned it wasn't those jerks again. I have quite an animal magnetism when it comes to trouble. Jeffrey grinned wide. Are these bullies stalking me again? I wondered. I galloped away increasing my pace but before I could move any further I could feel Stalin catch me by my hair.

I must cut this filthy hair short I reckon. I struggled under his grasp "leave me Stalin "I cried. "oh come on baby"he said trying to move closer to me in a seductive way.
"creep "I cried brawling to push him off.
I kicked him hard and sprinted away as soon as he loosened his grip. Those guys are really causing enough trouble. I felt lonely than ever before. I wanted to whine aloud as my heart heaved than it would ever do.

I reach home. My brothers are fast asleep. I lock myself in my room and position myself on my tiny bed. I sunk myself in my bed as my hair clip poked my head. I whisk it off to the table. And lay down as my thoughts wander against the barriers I have set, craving only if Allan still has feelings for me. I forbade myself, but nothing can stop a girl from hoping.

Sunk in the world of my thoughts ,the ring of my phone tracked me back to reality .Finsy was on line"hey,elle".
"I heard Allan Hawthorne is going to stay in the large Manison situated on the way to my house. "she sounded excited.
I nodded deciding not to go that way.

At last, the last week before graduation arrived. I cycled around the street where Finsy told Mr Allan would come. I desperately persuaded myself to refrain from these futile attempts but I can't dissuade my heart from craving for a single glimpse of him.
At last a car arrives, I tried seeing who mounted down from it. A tall lady, the model Allan love. My heart wrenched at her appearance she looks flawless like a real lady of real class. I craned further to see if I catch a glimpse of Allan. Suddenly the horn blew behind me. I was startled."hey girl you are blocking the way"shouted the driver.i turn around to find the familiar Aston Martin and in passenger seat sat Allan.

I sped away before he could notice me. My tears traced down my cheeks. I didn't want to get ridiculed. I am a fool in love, aren't we all?