He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life... Well kind of? 25

Hola, it has been quite a while! I'm alive ;)  

it's just that, i was hanging out A LOT with my friends in the past two weeks or so, didn't have time :(  

my friend from Alberta was here, and i haven't seen her in like 2 years. so i had to hang out with her a lot before she went back :'(

Mine- Taylor Swift,  

this song has been on repeat while i was writing this LONG ASS post. Love t-swift :D i had to add the song in the post somehow. BTW THE SONG HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE POST.

I LOVE THE VIDEO FOR IT! :D so sweet. its kinda bad quality but eh.

enjoy.  

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"Umm, so what it is it? Your making me real nervous." David slowly, and clearly anxious, even though he tried to look calm, cool, and collective.

I hate when people do that.

What you may ask?

Try to play it cool, when deep down, they feel otherwise. You don't have to always look or seem 'cool'.

There I go again, contradicting myself. I tend to do that too.

Not to look 'cool' but try and make it seem like, I don't give a shit, and I do what I want persona.

Most of the stuff, people do and I hate, I do it myself. Does that mean I hate myself? Or do I think I'm a god and deserve to treated like one, and I should be the exception to every rule?

"Okay, sure." I said with a small smile, part of me was screaming, What. The. Hell. Other the better half maybe, was thrilled with excitement. However on the exterior, I looked normal, as if someone was asking me a simple math equation and I was stating the answer.

David then hugged me tightly, it was as if he clung to me. "You got me kind of nervous for a second there."

I shrugged a bit, and gave him a tiny smile, which he mirrored. David then sealed the deal, with a kiss, which made me linger and want more.

Teasing people.

Not cool.

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Home.

Home sweet home.

As I stepped in the house, small chatter filled my ears. . Quietly as possible or so I liked to think so, I tried to creep to the stairs to save myself into being reel into the living for such a boring conversation.

On the third stair up, a creak escaped. Crap.

Fail.

"Oh Trinity your home, come in the living please." My father called, sounding jolly and happy. I chewed on my lip more like gnawed at my lip. Nervous, I knew his new girlfriend was in there, and so was sister.

Fact: I'm bad with first impressions.

I either look like a bad guy. What I mean by bad guy I mean plain simpler terms, a bitch. Who will at one point come after you, your popularity and of course your boyfriend.

Do I really seem like the type.

I tried hard to stall in my mind and thoughts, but that didn't make my situation any better, my father called my name once again, annoyed.

"Um coming." I called out and made sure there was no stains and ruffles on my uniform. This was more like a little routine. Smoothing my hair lastly I walked into the living room.