I stood up and was about to draw a tissue for her when I touched Shelby's hand in the air. The head of the class gestured a pause in the midst of a hue and cry and smiled, "Don't cut yet, there's more for you to cut, let's finish one of the dirtiest games ever." He paused, "Whoever can guess what the game is in 10 seconds, I'll dry this bottle." Despite the dislike on their lips, no one was really organised enough not to take part, and I was thinking of hiding in the corner along with those who didn't want to play, depending on the situation, but to my surprise, everyone got a share of the cards dealt out by the class president. As the second round began, I stepped back a little, trying to muddle through the card draws, but to my surprise Alanna, the bloke, reached out and drew one for me and raised an eyebrow at me, placing it in front of me. The squad leader received the card into his own hand and let out a hefty laugh, "We're all adults here, you can't blame me, I bought the c

She fished the quilt out of nowhere and covered us both. After cleaning up a little and getting dressed to go out, Alanna was already back, sitting in the living room watching TV, I glanced at it, it was the latest hot TV series. I thought about it, and it seemed to be, since separating from Shelby, I couldn't get interested in anything. I'm not really a good drinker, and this little bit from the night was enough for me, and to be honest I'm a little disorientated in my consciousness right now. She said my life was getting boring. The door slowly closed behind me and my heart slowly calmed, but there was just one last bit left and the light outside the door was about to be shut out when her palm suddenly slapped on the door, opening it back up. We exchanged no words, the room filled with the sounds we were dispersing from our passion. It was long, yet not long, a time I can no longer estimate. But I had a dry throat and couldn't open my mouth. Still love me? We showered bac

Perhaps weighing her priorities, Alanna pushed her family's Azure's appointment and drove me to the airport, but even so, she still chanted in the car every now and then, I said heartless, that she didn't even want to be beautiful for me, while I didn't even tell her where I was going. She swallowed her apple, "Wait, you're not leaving until after New Year's, why are you in such a hurry, is there something wrong at school?" She froze, her phone-obsessed head finally looking at me, "Flight? Where are you going?" Then it probably got poisoned and turned all the hate I had for her into love. What a load of bollocks. I hmmm. I sighed, "With the recent New Year's Eve and the peak season for clothes, are you sure you're doing the right thing by your boss?" She slurred, "It's long overdue." There was still some time to go when we reached the airport, Alanna stayed with me for a while before I sent her away, how much I had sinned when she had given little time to someone else's love

I raised my eyebrows, "Yeah?" I tapped my hand twice on the tablet. After I got well I began to find excuses to stay away from her, I was afraid that if she came near me, or even if I saw her close to other people, I would develop different feelings. Growing up my dislike for her had become habitual, trying not to show up where she was present had become habitual, and after my mother's death I'd yelled at her so much, and then later when we'd fought over Alex, my dislike for her had become laughable. Although it didn't get worse, she was the closest to me in my senior year of high school except for Alanna, and made it strange that she often acted nasty and caring when she was clearly supposed to hate me. After waiting a few seconds, Celine ahs, "That's it?" It was no longer possible for me not to be attracted to her. Once on my way home, I found a place where no one was around and asked her why she was treating me like this and if she thought I was funny. "Yeah." She laughed,

My fondness for her might have faded over time. As if she had heard an extremely like a joke, even exaggeratedly covering her stomach. She deflated and changed her shoes and came in, sitting very familiarly on the couch, picking up the fruit I had just washed on the table and trying to eat it. Shit, why the hell, all of this, it's on me. She wrapped her arms around her chest, "Why do you keep avoiding me." But as the song goes, there are no ifs.Shelby bone is a proud princess, then she mixed in the classmates pile of wind, very favoured, but also heard that there are that a few like her but do not dare to confess the small followers, their grades are mediocre, in the class into a ball, but compliance, who can not control. She put the fruit down, stood up, looked at me and asked back, "What do you mean!" I looked at Shelby with the microphone and wondered what kind of person she was. She gritted her teeth and grabbed my hand again. I exhale and stand still, waiting for her i