What Should I Name This Please Help

What Should I Name This Please Help

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"Your eyes have some blue in them," Jonathan said, smiling softly. My stomach filled with butterflies. "Yeah, they do," I chuckled. Jonathan began laughing along with me. Soon, we were both cracking up for no reason at all. Once we finally calmed down, things were quiet. I could hear nothing but the sound of the waves splashing onto the shore and Jonathan's breathing. It took me a moment to register the fact Jonathan's face was mere inches from mine. I don't know how, and I don't know why. Maybe because we were both insanely drunk. But before I knew it, Jonathan's lips were pressed to mine. My hands cupped his cheeks and Jonathan's went to my hair. Fuck butterflies at this point, a few elephants were stampeding around my stomach, trumpeting so loud they could be heard hundreds of miles away. That's when it hit me. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the stench of alcohol still on our breath, but I quickly sobered up. I realized what I was doing. I was kissing Jonathan. Jonathan! Out of anyone I could have kissed, it was a fucking dude. I pulled away from our kiss roughly, tears threatening to surface. Jonathan must have noticed this, as he quickly removed his hands from my hair. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Get away from me." I jumped up off the bench we were sat at and ran home, shocked at my own actions.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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