I hate PE class.

Twelve

I've been silent all lesson, even though he's tried to talk to me, I won't even look at him. My hair is falling over my face in a ragged mess and my make up is smudged all over my face but I don't care. I can't believe I did that. Lucca is hot, and sweet when he wants to be but I can't help feeling like shit because I threw myself all over him. "Was it that bad?" He sounds really upset, like he's going to cry. I don't want to make him cry so I shake my head, still not looking up. I pull out my phone and blast Good Charlotte. It's funny that the first song that plays is 'I don't wanna be in love,' it's a good song and completely fitting for right now, considering the fact that I feel something more than attraction towards Lucca. A notebook is pushed in front of me and in a boyish scrawl the words "I'm sorry" I write him an answer. A long winded explanation of how it's not his fault and that I'm just a shitty excuse for a human. He just rips the page up and writes back, "don't be stupid, you're perfect." I start crying. I don't know why but all of a sudden I'm sobbing and he's holding me, there's an annoying shouting in the background and Lucca stands up pulling me with him and out of the room as the shouting stops and I'm wrapped in a warm hug as he strokes my hair. Eventually I stop crying and we just sit there holding each other.