Emotions, the one thing that she never truly experienced. She could tell you how it feels to screw the entire basketball team at once, or to jump off a cliff because of a bad trip. But if you ask her about love she'll laugh, and the look she gives you is just astonishing, it could stop an army of even the fiercest men. Some say that's the only time to possibly catch a glimpse of her soul.
She walked down the hallway with a strange elegance. Everyone she passed turned to look at her, she ignored them.
That was the first time he saw her. Love at first sight some might call it.
By the football team now, she was friends with the whole school. She didn't stick around for long, made a couple stops on her way to class though.
"All right class" the teacher's squeaky voice cut through the noise, "I know it's your first day back after break but settle down"
She looked at the board to see who the teacher was, Mrs.Klein. It was only first period and she was bored out of her mind.
The boy, Blake was his name, observed all her mannerisms. Like how she rolled her eyes when the teacher would act fake or how she leaned back when she stopped listening.
She caught him staring and shot him a wink, the bell rang and as soon as he looked away she was gone. Gone to the janitor's closet with the varsity quarterback that is, and that's where she spent second period.
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Whore
Teen Fiction"Love love love, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing" With that said she rolled her eyes and left A girl of many mysteries with a tendency to speak in quotes. Everybody wants her but nobody can have her.
