My last class is torture. My chest is in pain from the longing to see him again. I am madly in love with him. When I see him I feel like I'm flying. When I hug him it feels like the world stops to see. And when we kiss the thunder is jealous of the sparks that fly. My feeling for him are like none other. And this class is a living hell. I constantly look at the clock waiting for the bell to ring for dismissal. Always thinking about how it will be when I get to see him again. I hear my name being called by the teacher. I snap out of my daydream to see that I've been called on to answer a question. The most terrifying thing on this earth. Of course I don't know the answer to the question that was given so I was laughed at. But it's normal high school behavior so I don't take it too close to heart. Finally the bell rings and I get a rush of excitement.
To be continued..
A/n hey peeps um so I've been wanting to write this story for a while because I love this song and the ways I can take it are endless I can't wait to continue this story and I hope you love it. ❤️
