"ITS MY FAULT!" Dior says jumping infront of me "I gave them the cig" she says, looking back at me. she grabs my bag and sneaks my cigarettes into her bag. then pulls them out and hands them to my mom. my mom just sighs. we go to my room. We sit down on my bed. Our foreheads meet. Her breath hits the bridge of my nose. Our lips touch and my hand meets her waist. My mom barges in. We quickly resume to our original positions. My moms eyes widen, then return to a normal face. She slowly closes the door. We wait a minute, then let out a laugh. I look at her. My face turns red. "So, What do we do now" she says I push her down on her back and lay on her. I wrap my arms and legs around her torso and close my eyes. I rest for a minute. I fall asleep and the last thing I can remember, her arm slowly moves across me and rests on my back.
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her touch
Romancea 17 year old girl whos confused, and has a crush on her best friend, bullied, and is struggling with mental illnesses. come and watch the struggles of her daily life as she realizes highschool isnt too bad and makes a few friends, possibly a girlfr...
