I really don't know how my legs carried me to the old phone hung on the wall in the back of my classroom, or how my hand, shaking fearfully, lifted it to my ear.
"Aralia . . ."
It was my dad, but not really. It was the version of him that I first met the day my mother died just over 18 years ago.
"Pappa, what's wrong?"
All twenty of my students are watching me. Silent. Listening to me.
"It's your brother . . ."
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17 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Two girls.
One heart.
A tale of an unusual love.
A story some of us need to hear.
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"I like you. I don't care how uncomfortable that makes anybody. And I damn sure ain't letting anyone dictate if I can or can't talk to you." She brought my hands closer up, I could feel her cool breath against my knuckles. "Or if I can or can't be around you."
"Why.. do you care so much?" I couldn't be angry anymore, not at her. Not with how she was looking at me right now.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." She pulled me into her, the smell of her leather jacket now more heady and thrilling as ever.
She's going to kiss me.. She's.. she's really going to do it..
My eyes started to flutter close, head tilting in a fashion that allowed me to see what was coming just before I closed them completely.
Awe shit.
I backed away. "Turn around.." My chest tightened. "..And there's your reason."