He's the school bad boy, but he's so nice to me. He doesn't care that I have anxiety and that I stutter. He likes me for me and treats me like a princess. He cares about me the real me not the shy worried me.
He's the school bad boy, but he's so nice to me. He doesn't care that I have anxiety and that I stutter. He likes me for me and treats me like a princess. He cares about me the real me not the shy worried me.
"Go, I don't want to make you hate me for what I did." he says softly as a tear of drop dipped from his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" I approached him.
"Don't you know, it's fucking clear that...