When I said something, I meant it. So when I say I love you I mean it. It means I think about you all the time. It means I would break someone to make you smile or notice me.
Clearly Anthony didn't realise.
He had started to laugh, and it scared me. I didn't know what to do so I ran. I ran through the old high school lockers. Pushed past the fist-fight near the science lab. Alsl interrupted two people making out. I ran and pushed open the heavy steel doors and ran.
All I wanted was someone to love me the way I loved them. I couldn't get that unless I was pretty, athletic and some other key quality boys wanted in a girl. I'm pretty sure every boy just wanted to fuck some girl, and that girl just's wants to be fucked and doesn't care that she's underage.
But I wasn't any of them. I was mildly attractive, not athletic, and I didn't just want to have an affair someone.
Why is school life like this? I thought it was easier than homeschool but it certainly wasn't. It's so much harder. I was only in Year Four, but clearly I wasn't going to have a love life if this is what it's about.
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The real me is scary
RomanceApparently school life is harder than Zoe thought, maybe she should just give up on finding a love life.
