" Damn I forgot to close the door. I rapidly clean my tears."Oh Nice!" I give my best fake smile "Yeah, I'm fine." I continue "No you're not..." he gets closer obviously not beliving my lie. His hands clearing my messed mascara. Putting my hair in a messy bun. He locks his heazel eyes with mines. "I know you're not...
He was popular. I was a nobody. He was funny, and cute, and everybody liked him! No one thinks about me, they only know me because I can play basketball pretty well. I always have had a crush on him, but he barely notices me. My love for Jason Rinn will always and forever be, impossible.
[I wrote this at the beginning of 2013 and I was just starting to get settled with the techniques in writing. No worries, I've exceedingly improved far after finishing this story.] Niall Horan was a famous boxer. He was only inlove with boxing, nothing else. That is, one night, before his match, Olivia somehow stumble...