He pinned me to the wall and brought himself impossibly close to me. I was trapped, quite literally. He grabbed my ass and I gasped at the sudden gush of euphoria. His lips were just a few inches away from mine. One small move and I was going to be...
If you are going to be two faced, at least make one of them pretty. ●□●□●□●□●
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--Isabella--
I woke up when the sun rays fell on my face. As soon as I got up, I checked my phone.
No call. No messages. No replies.
I won't be able to live in peace if you continue to ignore me, Dave. Please. Anything would do but don't ignore me.
I quickly got ready and left for school.
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I wanted to meet Dave as fast possible. Throughout my journey I looked back but there was no sign of Dave's car. When we reached, I entered school with heavy feet. I searched for Dave's car in the parking area but it wasn't there.
I went to the lockers and saw that only a few students have arrived. I took the books which I needed and went to my first class. Since I was 15 minutes early to class, thanks to Mr. Peterson's amazing driving skills, I thought of putting my head down for some time.
I don't know when I fell asleep but after I did, I felt a pair of hand shaking my arm gently in order to wake me up. I got up and saw the teacher standing there looking at me. I turned around and saw the whole class staring at me. I turned to look to my right and saw Dave sitting beside me. I gasped and almost jumped out of my seat.
"If I have your permission sleeping beauty, then may I start the class? This man over here wouldnt let me start until you wake up." I turned back to the teacher who was annoyed by my presence.
"Yeah-yes Mrs. .... whatever" I mumbled the last part since I didn't know her name.
Throughout the class, I kept glancing at Dave. He was playing with his pen, scribbling on his notebook, trying to listen to the teacher, but not even once did he look at me. I knew that I would have a hard time apologizing.
