Mag-log in"You ready, Lauren?" Trent asked, running a hand through his tussled brown hair.I nodded, tapping my foot on the linoleum floor of the school gym, where we were lined up, and all the while humming with a mixture of nerves and excitement.It was finally the day, we had finished our senior year and were minutes away from officially being high school graduates.The names having already begun being called, Trent and I were approaching the front of the line increasingly fast, especially with the last name Blake. I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my blue gown, and took a deep breath...."Lauren Blake"...I stood there for a second before I fully registered the fact that my name was called. I had spaced out a
"I think I'm in love with you."Did he really just say that? Is he playing a cruel joke on me right now. Love. Not even like, but love."I..um..what?" I stammered, taking a step back from him and mentally cursing at myself.The guy might or might not have just confessed his love for you and you say that?"Don't make me say it again," he groaned while not meeting my eyes, his cheeks lightly tinged with pink.My breath caught at the sincerity of his tone, and I stared at him. He just might've actually been serious. His dark hair was falling into his eyes as he continued to look at me, and his rare show of vulnerability prompted me to move.I took a deep breath and lightly punched his shoulder, causing him to look at me instantly."Are you shitting
It had been about two weeks since I started fake dating Brandon, and I was extremely frustrated. Besides that first day, Tyler hadn't even looked at me. He all but refused to be around me anymore, even though he was still living in my house.He started walking in the door around six every night, mumbling something about hanging with his friends whenever I tried to ask. I couldn't help worrying that he was spending too much time time drinking while out because the stench of alcohol was noticeable whenever he walked somewhat close to me. Then, after speed eating his dinner, he'd spend the rest of the night in his guest bedroom.Luckily, I hadn't seen him with any girls lately, but I had a feeling it would hurt really bad when I finally did.It was now a Monday, after school, and I was home alone. Mom had to work late, and my dad was still at work too, as usual.&nb
"Can I draw on her face, please?" I heard a masculine voice ask."Be quiet! I think she's hungover!" Someone hissed."Come on! It's the perfect opportunity to fuc—I mean mess with her!""Hush!"I groaned, still halfway asleep. Whoever it was needed to shut up unless they wanted to be brutally murdered."Honey, are you awake?" I realized that it was my mom asking, and I bolted up so fast I got vertigo, causing me to fall back into my pillow.My eyes fluttered open to see my mother peering at me anxiously, her blonde locks falling into her face."Mom?," I garbled, "I thought you weren't getting home till Sunday.""Sweetie, it's Sunday morning, 9:39 to be exact." My Mom was frownin
All my anger, hurt, and frustration disappeared when he placed his lips on mine. Against my better judgment, my mind went blank, and all I could think about was the swarm of raging butterflies in my stomach.At that moment, I could really care less that we were standing in the middle of a neighborhood sidewalk. All I could focus on--all I wanted to focus on--was Tyler, who had one arm wrapped tightly around me and the other reaching up to caress my cheek.My left hand was tangled in his silky hair, the other clenching his shirt tightly. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, causing me to shiver, which only seemed to ensue him further.Embarrassingly enough, I let out a little moan when his tongue stroked mine. His hold on me tightened, and shivers of pleasure ran throughout my body. He moved his hand away from my cheek and into my hair, undoubtably messing it up, but
The next day was Wednesday, and having missed two days of school, I knew I had a lot of homework to catch up on.When I arrived at school and was walking to my locker I heard my name being screamed.I turned and saw Audrey running towards me, elbowing onlookers out of the way. It truly was a sight; her sweater was falling off of one shoulder and buttoned unevenly, her blonde curls were flying everywhere, and sheer determination was on her face as she hurtled towards me.I didn't get a chance to reply before she literally pummeled me to the ground, causing my book bag to spill everywhere.I pushed her off me and glared, "Did you really have to fucking tackle me?"She looked at me like I was the one acting crazy, "Helloo? It's an emergency! The girls and I have been going crazy wondering w