Growing Up

Growing Up

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If you had asked me how I was before any of this had happened, I'd have told you, "I don't know," because truthly, I didn't. I never payed attention to my feelings. What did they matter? What did anything matter? A lot, as I would later learn.
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I've been in the same class with him since kinder-garden, yet we've never spoken.There's a perfectly logical reason for that:He was the bad boy and i was the ordinary sort of girl-Its an unwritten rule that our kinds just don't mix, he probably didn't even know i was alive and sometimes i wished he wasn't, having a crush on the bad boy is frustrating. Having a crush on this bad boy is damn near fatality, strenuous.Gaining his attention was impossible,getting noticed,even more so.He was a jerk and i was trying to ignore the attraction.I'd almost given up hope of getting close to him,but that was before i beat up his girlfriend. Now i cant seem to escape,but getting to know the bad boy raised a question:do bad boys have feelings?

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