We walked on the street near my school. Crowds of people were leaving. Nobody hung around on Friday's. It was a street where all the students walked in the same direction. There were not many cars parked on this street. It was empty except for the cars passing by.
I walked beside him. A shy girl, a sweet girl everyone knew me to be. I was shy but I knew almost the entire senior class. Here I was walking with a man nobody knew. He was so dreamy and he was my secret. Nicely tailored suit, beautiful face and these aviator sun glasses. You could feel his confidence. You could feel his status. Everyone stared. Everyone. I couldn't walk on that street and not feel their eyes on my shoulders. Their gasps. Their "ohhhh la la la"s. Everyone was wondering who he was. Who I was. My best friends. My friends. My somewhat friends. My classmates. The boy that would tell me how beautiful I was called my name. I ignored him.
I didn't care. He took my hand and we walked a bit faster. Trying to catch the light we ran to his car. I laughed like I was in love. And I was.
BMW. Black. Shiny. Luxurious.
He opens the door for me. We get in his car and drive away. Away from everything. My insecurities and every emotion I used to constantly feel. It was Friday. I was with him and no one knew about us.
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Summer of 16
RomanceI say nothing as I walk towards him blushing and shy smiled. No, "Hey, how have you been?" Nothing like that. I just stood there three feet away from him. He was standing against a car. He smirked at me with those lips and those eyes. The eyes that...
