The Heart Wants What It Wants

chapter 1

"Oops!, my bad" Lenny said laughing at me on the ground where she had tripped me and left. She had been torturing me non-stop since the day Jane moved away and that was three years ago. I was now a senior and I still am the same. I noticed that most of my peers have changed somehow. They just don't seem like the loving friendly freshmen they used to be.

They are into more, let me say more wild things and I don't like the way they act. That must be the reason why I have no friends. Everyone says it anyways, they say that I am "old fashioned" just because I don't dress like them. If I don't like the way they dress it's not my fault. I like my clothes beggy and i don't like make-up either.
   
     Just as I was about to get up someone ran and spilled  juice all over me, to be more specific "orange juice". I hate orange juice.

I turn my head slightly to get my physics book just to see a big amount of orange liquid on my most prized and expensive book. I was raging inside but i couldn't do anything else. I quickly get up and gather my things that had fell along with my now ruined physics book.

     I have no other choice but to throw away my book cause its completely useless right now. I scan the compound for a trash bin and see one at the side of a classroom. I walk towards the bin and throw away my book.

      I just realized that I was still a mess and hesitate before I go to the bathroom.I really didn't have a choice. It was either #-stay dirty and sticky along with a chance of bad smell or #-go to the disgusting bathroom and try to get myself cleaned up. Option two it is.

      I find my way to the bathroom and I am greeted by the harsh smell of it and i immediately cover my nose. I can't believe that they still haven't done anything about it.

     I step into the bathroom and go to the sink where I can wash myself. There is something at the bottom of the sink that appears to be mold and   the sink has something in it that looks like vomit. I seriously would not have come in this bathroom if I really hadn't have to use it to clean myself up a little. Its really disgusting.

     I finish cleaning up myself when I hear someone enter the bathroom. I turn around to see who it is and instantly pull down my shirt that was just above my belly button. I wipe my eyes and look again just to find the same person there staring at me with a puzzled look on his face.
I instantly ask alarmed,

"Who're you? And what are you doing here?"

After I ask the question I stare at him taking in his perfect appearance.

He had a lean athletic body with more than one tattoo on his arms and one lightning bolt on the nape of his neck which had smooth yet rough skin. I could see his biceps under his white T shirt. His hair is the color of black-jet and wavy that goes well with his face structure. I stare into those deep-set grey eyes and I was lost in them for a second after moving my eyes to his perfect, plump and pink lips that  for some reason seems to ne moving, and then I remember.

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