His smile, his eyes, his walk, his talk . Just him! When he licks his lips before he speaks, or when he flashes that dazzling smile, it just sets me on fire. When he touches me or just being close enough to me... it ignites a flame in me. All my min...
I woke up with little sleep, not anticipating school at all.
It was a chore to kick my legs over my bed and get dressed for school.
I took a shower and tried to wash all my thoughts about Chresanto away. I dried off and checked my phone as I got dressed.
No new messages from Chresanto.
Ouch.
I have to admit. Him not telling me good morning everyday and asking me how I slept kinda hurt.
But this will just have to be something I'll get over. Education is my top priority right now. No matter how bad I want to skip first hour so I won't have to see him how I feel about walking across that stage is greater.
I honestly don't wanna hear Brion say I told you so. I don't want to hear those teachers voices or anything. And I especially don't want to hear from Chresanto.
I groaned again out of frustration.
I parted my hair on the side and applied my lip balm. I threw on some jeans and a white top with a bomber for warmth.
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I have no one to impress today.
I sighed again checking my phone as if something was going to be there which it wasn't.
I grabbed an apple and put it into my purse.
"Darrin, if you want a ride I'm leaving now!" I called out loud enough for him to hear.
"Alright, alright slow ya ass down!" He yelled back.
I looked up at him running down the stairs.
"Watch your mouth young man!" My mom said.
I didn't know they were here .They usually leave earlier.
"Love you too mom!" Darrin called out.
I chuckled and left out, making my way to my car.
As I was driving there was a comfortable silence, which was good. I never seem to have that feeling when Darrin is I'm the car . Only thing is I kept thinking about Chresanto.
I checked my phone at the light, no new messages. I sighed again in frustration.
"Who are you expecting a text from?" Darrin asked me.
"Ugh, its no one. Just some guy."
"Mind telling me who he is? Do I know him?" Darrin asked, becoming defensive like he always is. He's always like this when I talk to any guy.
"You probably do. But why do you care anyway? He's none of your business."
"Because you're my sister. Whoever this guy is that has you stressing over him is my business."
