My Girl by Lovebug (ereader for textbooks TXT) 📖

"After class", I said briefly, and before I knew it, I know longer felt warmth or his palm on my face.

Christy looked at me, "you okay?"

I looked at her and shrugged, Paco was sitting by my side again and Christy’s hand was in mine, squeezing it for support. "You don’t have to talk to him after school, you know?"

I nodded, "I know but I want to hear what he has to say."

"He has nothing to say", Christy said, "he left you, he left Mica."

I looked at her, "don’t you think I know that, I’m not going to let him back into my life Christy; I’m going to talk to him. Is that okay, cant I just have a word with him?" I whispered. Why were they ganging up on me, did they really think i was that easy? That I would just snatch him up and kiss him? I looked at both of them and doubt began to creep into me, I still loved Micheal, even after what he did... I still loved him.

"We wouldn’t have a problem if we were sure you guys were just talking", Paco whispered, I had never seen him so distraught and shaken before. Yes Micheal went a little hard on him but Paco never looked this shaken before, it was like he had just seen a ghost. "You saw his expression… those eyes when I put my hand on your shoulder, Kiss. I knew what he wanted me to know, It was only two words he was sending to me but I got the message.

I shook my head, not wanting to hear what he was going to say "just shut up Paco."

"No, those two words Kiss was, she’s mine." I looked at him, already knowing what he was about to tell me. It’s just the feelings it would bring from hearing them that I wasn’t expecting. Anger, at myself and at Paco for saying the words i knew i wanted to hear but not from his lips, from Micheals.

"I said SHUT UP Paco!"

He looked at me, anger and surprise in his face, I had never screamed at him before... not like that. He snickered in disgust and turned around. "Fine MY QUEEN."
I gasp, startled at what he had just said. It wouldn’t have mattered if he said it in the usual Paco way, but this time there was an underline meaning to it. Michael use to call me that all the time, it was his little nickname for me, for Paco to have known that, I shivered with suspicion.

"Paco…. If you want to tell me something, come meet ME after school." Paco nodded and went back to those gushing girls. I looked at him and I looked at Christy.

She smiled faintly, "I’ll look after Mica, and you just deal with those two jerks, okay?"

I hugged her as much as I could before “Mr. Silver” assigned us work, barely looking at me. As I took my English text book to refresh my memory about the assignment on the board, I felt someone staring at me. Already knowing who it was, I looked at Christina," Do you have something you want to say to me?" I asked feeling a bit irritated and angry.

She blushed, "I guess I was staring for a bit to long, huh?"

I nodded, "not really... well there is something I want to know Kiss, how are you feeling right now, as you think about being with him in the same class everyday. expect the weekend of course and how you feel knowing he’s the one teaching you, he’s the one you’re going to have to come to when you don’t know something? How do you feel about that?"

I froze, he’s really here he’s really going to be teaching me and I’m really going to have to talk to him? "Shit", I said out loud.

Christina laughed, "you weren’t thinking of any of that, were you?

I shook my head, snarling just a bit, "thank you for painting that image in my head."

Christy saluted me a smile on her face, "just trying to keep you informed captain."

I smiled a bit and started doing my work, when the bell rang, I jumped, shocked out of my concentration. The topic he had assigned was something that really interested me “how would you live if there was no life”. It was something that was intriguing and hard to define, my type of thing. I quickly stood up, putting my English book in my bag and swiftly leaving the class without looking or even acknowledging him. Christy was by my side, looking at us with worried glances, I stopped and looked at her when we were out of his class and walking to our next class.
"Christina do you find anything strange with what Paco was saying today?"
She looked at me, cocked her head with a tiny smile on her face, "was I suppose too?"
I silently screamed in my head, she was answering my question with another question, trying to make me tell her what I was insinuating. If I did, I still wouldn’t know if she already knew what I was talking about or if she didn’t. She only did this when her guard was up, I narrowed my eyes, "should I take it as a yes or a no Christina"

She shrugged, "should you Kiss?" and she walked away to her next class, I was astounded what the hell was that? I shivered a bit, feeling a bit lost and confused and tried to shaked myself out of it. Whatever it was I'd find out soon enough, I walked to my next class, opened the door and waited for the bell to ring. In my last period I was absolutely exhausted, I kept on thinking of exactly what I would say to Michael after school when I saw him. Exactly how would I act, angry, happy, depressed? I was in so much pain just thinking of Michael but for some reason I couldn’t stop, I hunched over in my seat and put my head down, grumbling to my self.
"Well you don’t look good today?" I turned around, looking at the boy who was clearly talking to me. He had startling intense blue eyes, blonde hair and thin cruel lips that seemed like it would snap at you but his voice calmed me down a bit. It was so gentle and so kind, I wonder why he’s talking to me, I don’t know him, I thought.

Confrontation

"Who are you?" I asked bluntly, then blushed feeling a bit ashamed of myself.

"Marcus", he said, "I’m surprised you didn’t notice me sooner; I’m someone people tend to look at all day long"

I nodded a bit, he was right, they probably did look at him all day... to think of ways to avoid him. He was hot enough to make your knees buckle but he looked so intimidating that people probably wouldn’t even have had the courage to speak to him…. almost like Michael, but Michael had an aura that said stay away from me, his was just wanting company… I could feel it. My eyes widened, damn, here I go again thinking I know what people wanted. I always had this thing about me, being able to understand what people were feeling. Sometimes I would understand exactly what the other person was feeling, that I would start feeling those same emotions myself.
In my younger days it was too the point where I would cry every time someone else was crying, I would feel their pain when they were injured. If they were limping, I would start limping. When someone was angry at another person but didn’t have it in their heart to say anything to them, I would start screaming at them. Once someone came up to me and said, "how did you know I wanted to say that?" I ran away when that happened, feeling like a freak, like something was wrong with me. I explained it my mom and she just looked at me sadness and understanding in her eyes. I didn’t know what was wrong with me but I knew I had to control it. It started getting better but I guess today my emotions were a bit wrecked so, so was my control.

"What’s your name?" he said, waving his hand in front of my face; I blushed again coming back to reality.

"Um Kiss, my names Kiss... are you new here?"

He nodded, "yeah just transferred from Princeton."

I gaped at him, "um WHY?"

He flinched and I knew he felt insulted. "I mean, Princeton is so, so great man, why did you transfer here?"

He smiled, a feeling of relief and understanding overcame me, yet I knew it was his. "Princeton is great, if you want to be a lawyer", he said smiling, "I don’t, I want to be in entertainment even though ther's a big chance I won’t make it."

I nodded, "well Marcus, nice to make your acquaintance my friend."

He laughed and not knowing why, I started laughing with him. Happiness engulfed me and that period was full of laughter. As the period ended, Marcus walked me out of the classroom and all the way to Michael’s class, we were talking. When I arrived, my heart tightened and I looked at him, "you go home without me, it might take some time for me to finish talking to him."

He nodded, "okay, see you tomorrow?" he asked doubtfully.

I nodded, "see you tomorrow."

He left, waving me goodbye and I breathed slowly and my hand slowly inched toward the door. "Should I even go in?" I whispered, "I mean, is there really any reason to go in?" Because he asked you too, I thought. Before I could even turn the door, he was already in front of me, door wide open. I choked up a bit as my eyes started welling, he always use to know when I was here, even though we hadn’t known each other for so long, he was still the same.

"Kiss", he said, a look of complete torment and relief on his face.

I wiped the tears away before he had the chance because I had an uncanny feeling that if he did, I would surly break down. "You wanted