"And it's always important to wear protection," The teacher eyes Nic at that part and I try not to laugh, pretending to write down notes but just doodling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"One, I'm sixteen. Have an...acceptional reputation, and don't feel that it's necessary. Two, I barely have...enough time, and am focused more on schoolwork then that. I'll do it when I'm ready," I snap back.
She smirks, "Wow. Really thought this through, huh?"
After that night with Nic...yes, I nod.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I bite my lip and glance at him before swatting notebooks, hiding what I'm writing to show him.
Your the reason I wake up in the morning. Your the reason I suffer through school. Your the reason I still believe in love. Your the reason to stay alive.
If anything happened, I don't know what I'd do. I'd suffer through pain, embarrassment, and jealousy just for you. Three things I can't stand. Your amazing and I love you for you, nothing can seperate us. Love you.
~Guess who <3
I hesitate before sliding him his notebook.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Jackie
I smile at Nic, sighing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile wider and, as girly as it sounds, my heart flutters as I read what she wrote me. Needing to kiss her right then and there, I cup her chin and press my lips against hers, not caring about the teacher anymore.
```` Nic
I smile back and her before zoning out, occupying myself with mental images.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. — Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom