Lovely Desire by Breanna Davis (self help books to read TXT) 📖

perfect. I guess she is the only girl I could trust because she isn’t big on gossiping. My fellow cheerleaders are just people I have to deal with so that I can enjoy doing my hobby. But Jamie, I choose to associate myself with her. Like I said, she’s a pretty cool girl.
“Thank you, Jamie. I swear I thought I was going to get arrested any second now.” Leo said with a sigh. Jamie chuckled. “I would’ve bailed you out anyway, babe.” Jamie said with a cheeky smile.
“Aw, thanks babe. If you got arrested I would bail you out too,”
Jamie blushed and looked down at her feet. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. I guess that was their way of complimenting each other? Whatever. But it was kind of cute. I never saw Jamie’s face so red.
Finally we reached Leo’s flaming red convertible and he literally threw me into the back seat and shut the door. Him and Jamie quickly got into the car and started up the vehicle and we were off.
I grunted from the back seat. “I’m not going to talk. And you can’t make me!”
Jamie turned around and held up my own personal kryptonite – Orange Juice. I sighed and leaned into the leather seats. “Alright. I’ll stop acting retarded,” I muttered. Shit, all I wanted to do was keep my business to myself. I looked out the window and sighed. Well, this was where my secret ended. Soon, I would enter Leo’s house and I would smell the fresh scent of his mother’s special spaghetti and I would just lose it. I laid my head on the cool window as my mind wondered back to Mr. Lawrence.
Even after he gave me detention for nothing, I couldn’t get him out of my head. His beautiful face seemed to be burned into my mind. I could still see his too light gray eyes burning into my green eyes and then that beautiful smile that lights up his face when he looked at me . . . I felt my heart beat pick up at the thought. I could see his muscles flexing as he typed on the computer . . .
I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. I had to somehow get him out my head. He’s taking up my mind and it is really frustrating. Kyle should be the one I’m daydreaming about – not my History teacher. I should be wrapped up in Kyle’s arms and listen to him whispering soothing words in my ear – not swooning over every movement Mr. Lawrence makes. Geez, my life was so out of place. And what about that bond we had?
I had felt what he was feeling. Now, how many people could say that happened to them? Those emotions weren’t mines and I knew that for a fact. I wasn’t angry, sad, or rejected. But the expression on his face masked those of all those emotions. I still wondered was I the reason why he felt those emotions. Could he feel what I felt for him?
I shook my head. That wouldn’t make sense. I’m his student – not his lover. That’s just a bunch of bull. I was clearly going out of my damn mind.
Overdoing it

LEO pulled into the driveway to his house and parked the car. I got ready to make a run for my house which was only next door. If I made it, Leo wouldn’t question my sanity. I bit my bottom lip and contemplated my chance of racing over to my house before they caught me and they weren’t good. I sighed and glared at Leo and Jamie.
“I hate you guys. All I wanted to do was get home and watch True Blood,” I grumbled. Leo chuckled. “You saw every episode. You cannot fool me Faith Lynn Pierce.”
At this point I wanted to kick Leo in his throat. He knew me too well! How heck does he knows so much? Geez, he was a borderline stalker. I crossed my arms against my chest and looked out the window at my house longingly. “I’m just not going to leave the car. I have my Orange Juice. That’s good enough for me. I’ll ask my mother stop by the store on her way home to buy me some spaghetti.”
Leo sighed. “Then, we are just going to have to talk in here,” My eyes widen as I watched Leo get out the car. I groaned and quickly hopped out the other door.
“Hey!”
I didn’t even look behind me I started sprinting for my house. I wasn’t the fastest girl, but I certainly wasn’t slow. My breathing was harsh as I kept running, but I clearly didn’t run fast enough because Leo tackled me and literally smashed my breast with his body weight.
I yelped out my pain and tried to get him off of me. “Leonard! Get the heck off before I get breast cancer!” I growled. He took his body weight off of me, but he held my arms together and brought it to the top of my head.
“Leo! Get away from me!”
Leo shook his head. “No. You are going to talk – right now. If I let you go, you will run.”
I smirked. “You know me well,” I said approvingly. Leo chuckled. “You can’t distract me. Talk right now. What the heck has been going on with you? And don’t say crap about menstruation, PMS, or the flu. Tell me the dang truth, Faith.”
I sighed. How was I going to start? No – where the heck was I going to start? Would I start at the bond that we have? If we even have a bond? Maybe it was my imagination. Maybe my mind tricked me into thinking Mr. Lawrence actually felt those emotions towards me. I wasn’t particularly imaginative, but anything was possible. Maybe I was schizophrenic? I had no clue, but I was going to figure out and I knew Mr. Lawrence being interested in me was not an option.
“I can’t talk in this position. And I want my orange juice.” I told Leo. He sighed and his grip on my arms loosened. “I’ll get your orange juice and we’ll talk in my house. Alright?” I nodded obediently. I knew I probably wasn’t going to even abide by his directions. I knew I was going to make a run for my house. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy or anything. I wasn’t . . . I think I wasn’t. I have deluded myself into thinking I felt my teacher’s emotions. So I must be crazy, right? I must be delusional. But yet I didn’t want anybody to intercede.
“Ok, I’m going to let you go. And when I do you better not run.” Leo warned me with a cocked eye brow. I smile innocently, urging him on. Leo dropped his hands and eyed me carefully. I didn’t move an inch. I needed him to get a decent distant away so that I could make a run for my house.
My smile didn’t falter as Leo slowly backed up, looking at me with every step. I still kept on my innocent smile. When he reached into his convertible, I quickly stood up. I turned around and sprinted towards my house. I checked to make sure my keys were in my pocket as I ran as fast as I could.
“Leo, she’s running for her house!” I heard Jamie yell, but I was already at my door step, my hands were sweaty as I dug in my pocket. I fumbled with the keys, searching for the right one. I looked to the side and saw Leo running towards me like a lion hunting its prey. My eyes widened in horror as I quickly shoved the key into the rusted lock. I turned the key and pushed open the door.
“Faith! Get back here now. I will never forgive you for this. I swear I won’t!” I heard Leo yell as I shut the door behind me, locking all three locks. I leaned against the door breathing hard, happy that I didn’t have to get interrogated. I tossed the keys on a nearby table, my breath still coming in huffs.
“Is that you, Faith?”
My father smiled when he saw me. I sighed when I saw him. He was wearing sky blue skinny jeans with a blue and white Hollister shirt. I shook my head and gave my dad a hug.
“Why do you insist on looking like a child?” I asked pulling back to look into his blue eyes. He flashed a white smile and shrugged. “To hip for ya?” he teased. I laughed and headed up the stairs.
Even though my family is completely unusual, I love them. I couldn’t wish for a different family. I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me, locking it just in case Leo found his way into my house. I put my messenger bag on the floor and pulled my hair out of a ponytail. I took off my clothes and pulled on a long Lakers jersey with matching knee-high socks. I pulled on my worn out yellow house slippers and took off all my jewelry and make up leaving myself bare.
I pulled out my homework and a pen and began to work on it. At least it distracted me from any thoughts of Trent Lawrence for a while.

After a good two hours I put my homework back in my bag and picked up my iPod. I inserted my headphones and soon I fell asleep, dreaming of Trent Lawrence.
I woke up when I felt something wet dribble down my face. I groaned and wiped whatever it was off. It felt slimy and I immediately knew what it was. I opened my eyes and looked into familiar green eyes. I pulled my headphones out and groaned and pushed my baby sister off me. She started crying almost immediately.
“Mom! Get Sophie out of here! She’s drooling all over me!” I screamed in disgust. I rushed to the bathroom and splash water all over my face and used a bar of soap to wash my hands and scrub my face. My sister was so annoying! Who drools like a dog at three years old? I swear she just does it for attention. I dried my face off with a nearby towel. While I was in here I might as well take a shower and wash off all the rest of Sophie’s germs.
I locked the door and stripped from my clothes. I ran the water and applied bubble bath before I turned towards the sink to brush my teeth, but not before I got a look of my face.
Sometimes I wonder how on Earth I became the cheerleading captain. The rest of the girls that were on the team were beautiful and talented. They’ve been cheerleading for years. I had done gymnastics for a year and was flexible, so I made the team. But not only did I make it, the girls voted for me as