BREAKING GIRL CODE

~Eight~

A/n: we have officially hit 300 reads! I'm so happy and honestly over the moon.
A big thank you to everyone that made this possible. Without you guys I wouldn't have this many reads.
Next goal is 400 reads in the next two weeks.

Love you.xx
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   His hands tangle in my braids, his hot velvet tongue mine and-

  My alarm clock goes off, waking me from my disturbing dream. What made it disturbing is that it was about Leo. I knew those long rides with him to and from school would have a big impact on me.

In exasperation, I throw my pillow across the room, since I'd been hugging it thinking it was Leo. I wince from the shame of it. How could my mind do this to me? Of all people to dream about it had to be Leo Romano! Why not the weird guy that seats behind me know biology or that sweaty dude in my gym class. Anyone else but Leo freaking Romano.

Uhg Uhg Uhg!

I jump out of bed and quickly run to the bathroom. I'm not going to thinking about the fact that I dream about him.

  I groan inwards. I could feel my face burning up from just thinking about it. And so are the other parts I'm too ashamed to talk about. I splash cold water on my face but not even that can cool off the burning desire I have and aching pain between my legs- and now I've said too much.

  "Get yourself together Harper!" I say to myself as I look into the mirror. "You cannot be having dreams about the forbidden." I add.

  After a long pep talk in the bathroom and much needed shower I found downstairs and meet my mom and Pete. They pause midway as I slowly approach the kitchen island.

  "Good morning sweetheart." Mom says as she flips the pancakes over. "Want some pancakes?" She asks.

The mention of food alone causes my tummy to rumble. "Yes please I'm starved." I whine.

"Grab a plate and let me fix you up."

  I do just so. When mom is done fixing mw up a plate I don't bother to say a word rather, I dive into the delicious breakfast in front of me.

  "Ewww can you not eat like a pig?" Pete gags in disgust.

  "Can you mind your own business for a minute?" I say with a mouth full of bacon and eggs. "This food is amazing mom. Top class, grade 'A'."

  Mom gives me a stern look which meant she wasn't happy with me talking with a mouth full of food. She always believed that a lady must eat like she's been watch, behave like she's the Queens right hand lady in waiting and sit like a ruler. I call it a whole lot of bull but I can't even say a word.

  "Now Madeline you know how I feel about you talking and eating at the same time." She wrinkles her forehead to show her disappointment.

   "She's not a real lady." Pete sticks his tongue out at me.

  Times like these I wish I could smack him over the head but as my mother always says, " a true lady fights not with her hands but her words."