Maybe if we pretended like nothing was going on between us then maybe we could just forget everything. He can go out and do what he does and I can go out and do what I do. Of course, that's not how this works.
His messy hair made my insides turn into mush. The walls that I built to keep people out were slowly crumbling and there was no way possible that I could stop it. With each look a stone went crumbling down into a land of lost dreams and false hope.
In a way my feelings were playing Jenga. The way that you have to precisely take out certain blocks so that the tower didn't come down all at once. The wall beneath me was slowly crumbling trying to find a way to be built again.
My mouth craving the sweet taste of his lips. With every secret glance my lips were more hungry. Wondering how good it would feel for my lips to crash against his with his hands in my hair. I would wrap my legs around him begging for more.
But lets be honest, I would never get that chance. Lucas Friar would never be interested in the girl who wore way to much makeup and pushed everyone away. He would never date a girl like me.
