I sat down, resting my chin on my palm. I sighed, it was only Thursday. I broke away from my thoughts. There you were again. We locked eyes as you passed by my seat. I didn't really know much about you, except that your name was Dean Castor, you were somewhat a "rebel" or a "bad boy", and that you lived alone with your father. I heard you had gotten expelled a few times, and rumor had it, this was your fifth school.
"What ya thinkin' about?" A voice broke through my thoughts, making me gasp. "Hey I didn't mean to scare you." Charlie said, laughing softly. He had a goofy smile, one that could make anyone melt. He was a happy-go-lucky kinda guy, everything was a joke to him. I could have fallen in love with him. With his chiseled features and his floppy head of hair. I don't know why I didn't.
"Hey." I finally responded.
"Sooo, you going to Bryan's party on Saturday?" He asked, his eyes pleading. I couldn't take his puppy dog eyes. "I thought we could go together. I could pick you up if you want, nothin fancy." He asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah sure, I would love that." I replied, cracking a smile. I would have said no if it wasn't for his damn smile. He was so handsome, it was almost impossible to keep your head straight.
"Cool. Pick you up at 5:00?" He whispered, obviously relieved.
"That'd be great." I smiled. He just wouldn't stop would he? He looked deep into my eyes, still as damn persistent as ever.
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THE MURDERER AND I
Mystery / ThrillerI wish I had never fallen in love with a murderer... What would you do for love? 17 year old Bella Lauder never thought she would fall in love, let alone kill for it. Sure, her life was perfect, but she didn't have it all. She longed for something m...
