"Jack, we really shouldn't" I whispered. His lips made contact with the nape of my neck.
"Johnson won't know, don't worry Lia" he said, taking my skin between his teeth and nipping slightly. I could hear the music in the background from my party.
"has anyone seen Lia and Jack!" Johnson yelled. His voice filling the hall.
"Jack really. This isn't right," i said, slowly starting to regret every word I had said.
"Why not, you know you like it," he said, his eyes full of lust, and lips kissing every vacant part of my neck, before meeting my lips.
"Because, I'm your best friends little sister" I said
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Things in Omaha aren't very extraordinary. Or maybe that's just me.
I never go to parties. I never have sex. I guess you could say I'm not a normal teenager, or that my reputation isn't the best. And I'd probably agree with you.
I'm graduating this year and I cannot wait to leave this place behind, but that's in a year. I need to get through one more year of hell.
And here I am, sitting in my blue Focus in front of my highschool. People walking in. I take a deep breath and get out of my car: I have to start somewhere.
I walk inside and nobody yells my name saying they missed me like they are to the other kids. But nobody stares. It's like I'm invisible
I walk into my first class, AP World History and I take a look at the seating chart, noticing that I'm in the back, and mentally high-fiving myself
Until I notice that I'm next to Jack Gilinsky, 1/3 of the coolest group of guys in school.I hate him with a writhing passion, but I have too suck it up.
Here's to our senior year