alex.

alex.

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alex is prude. thats what he is. unfourtunatly, i just so happen to like him. hes that shy guy no one really talks too. hes conceded and tough...yet gentle and caring. his broad shoulders and back mucles are stunning. im terrified to talk to him. he intimidates me in every way possible. 'just talk to him you idiot' i tell myself. he was listening to music and looked really into it. bobbing his head slightly, trying not to be noticable. he looked so at peace. ok jessie, you can do this. tommorow when i get off the bus and into satans den, also known as school, i go into the band hall, like i do every other morning. i go into the last available practice room and set my things down. "wait!" i hear a deep voice shout. oh god please no.
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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