'put on your war paint'
I will admit that I am not the best at anything. I will admit that I am a slightly hopeless romantic, but I can't help it. Sitting in study hall I glanced to the back of the room. Seeing him I knew it, I felt it. I laid eyes on Luke, and I couldn't help but stare. What the hell am I going to do? It was fun to hear him mouth off during rehearsals for this damn school concert to some weird kid in my class, and I had began to become infatuated with the mere thought of him. I can't stop screwing up. I had been a grade younger than him for the past eight fucking years and I just now realize I like him, a good two weeks before graduation? Are you actually kidding me? I was left in a daze for the rest of the day, including reading which did not help to my benefit. Why did I always do this to myself? Screw you, heart & brain.
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The Young Love Chronicles
Teen FictionI spared a shy glance as I looked across the crowded hallway. there he was, standing there. oh what was I doing? why does this always happen to me? he was out of my league, and I would only be seeing him for a short while longer. I popped in a pair...
