How to Love Soren Spinelli.

what happens when a headstrong black girl gets mixed up with the fine ass white boy she's been dreaming about since grade school?
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"Anarchy is something the government came up with to keep us complacent." I roll my eyes and look at Mr.Ryker.
Soren snorts from across the room and my head shoots towards him, "Got something to say, say it, dipstick." "Language," Ryker says lazily.
Soren makes eye contact with me and does a close-lipped smile, amusement twinkling in his eyes, red hazy eyes, "Anarchy means no government, what you're saying is that the stigma behind Anarchy is orchestrated by the government not the word itself." I squint my eyes and his smile broadens, showing his teeth. Is he high?
"What I'm saying is that the concept of Anarchy is publicized and used to keep the people from revolution. Before advanced civilization, hunters and gatherers were going about their merry way. We are capable of functioning without government, it's just easier to be complacent." Soren leans forward in his chair, smile wider than my thighs. Why is he smiling so much?
"Revolution for what?" He asks innocently, straight face, acting dumb as if America doesn't have a shitload of errors in the constitution.
"That's cute," I say, " You're cute." He replies licking his lips into a lazy smile, looking me up and down.
I'm momentarily shocked, my eyes grow a bit. I look at him confused. Don't get me wrong Soren is fine, but he's never showed an interest in me... like ever.
He stares at me with that big ass smile and red eyes.

Definitely high.