wild Lily

He held my hand in his. I felt really emotional. I really need to leave before I burst out in tears, then I won't only prove that I am a teenager, but someone who is emotionally unstable.

I looked towards the window, we were miles past the Shooting stampede, could this day get any worse than it already has. I have no idea where we are heading to, well I know it's not my house nor Kate's, it might be his house.

I really don't want to talk or spend the night with him, i might not be able to control my emotions for long, i made an attempt to protest, but I couldn't, he looked worried enough.

I didn't want to anger him, more than it already did. We almost lost our life's back there, he still held my hands firmly, like he would never let go, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

I made a fool of myself, telling him my feelings, he might find it uncomfortable, maybe that's why he isn't talking to me, the air is really tense, i need to air things out to him, maybe my conscience would stop j