"Are you always this." I doze of to think of the right word. I groan hiding my face in my arms as I turn my head sideways to look at him. "I'd recommend reading at home don't want any accidents." he looks me over while I'm just as embarrassed he even knows this book. "Ah you just got to the best part," he closes it. He looks at where I last was and there's a gleam in his eyes as he looks at me. He snatches the book from me, my hands caught off guard as I play with my nails. "Hi Mila I'm Kalen Wren, I think will get on just fine." I put my hand timidly in his as he beams at me and we shake hands. He bites his lip, his pearly whites showing as he sticks his big hand in front of me. My names Mila, what's yours?" I say putting a small shy smile on my face. He simply smiles like I just put two and two and he knows it. until we met.' yes i did make a pintrest board about my favorite book. I did always have a thing for bad boys with tattoos." He crosses his legs, while his forearms expose the long expanse of tattoos peeking through and then hiding away. close your eyes, there is nothing to see out here' 'we were perfect together. "That's mean, anyway how would you have known that if you hadn't read it yourself." I cross my arms over my chest as I look at him. debuts her new 1960s punk pixie-cut on the red carpet Americans plan. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. "I think you owe me a name if you don't want me to reveal your porn stash." In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. He ignores me and continues to seat down across from me. He looks at me amusingly just how he had the first time I spoke to him asking for directions to the attendance office. I look towards the face of a familiar brunette. "Are you reading porn?" I yelp, grasping my heart and trying to conceal my red freaking face. I'm on chapter 13 of when Misha sneaks into Ryens room without her knowing when a voice makes me freeze. Jonah hasn't mentioned anything regarding it, but I feel the miscreants in my stomach betray me when the thought of him reading leaves a knotting sensation inside me, like I'm being squeezed inside out. I'm currently still reading Punk 57, I don't know much about boys but Misha Lare makes me want to, desperately. I walk towards a table centered on the far right by a window, I moan in relief when my backpack hits the seat, I love books with all my heart but I'd give anything not to have to carry them. Watch popular content from the following creators: lydia(wattpadlydia), jacq <3(elitebooks), C A L V I N(thecalvinbooks), Idk(idk. Just the simple fact of being surrounded by them makes me feel like the world isn't full of villains and distraught heroes. Discover short videos related to do they have punk57 on wattpad on TikTok. She's my favorite librarian, well she is the only librarian but something about her quells my heart.Īhh. I laugh quietly to myself, her eyes sending me a warning. Her blue eyes crinkled and bored as she waves me off before shushing me. Love your sweater by the way." She looks up tiredly as she yawns. I guess not.Do your cheeks ever hurt from smiling too much? It's a real thing, but it hurts so good y'know? When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn't have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there's no one else to play with? Do you ever feel it? I wonder if the cheerleader feels it. I know it's pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you'll say it's better to stand in a crowd and be wrong, but. Keys rattle in my front doors lock at 6 a.m. Are they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren't there, messing up their view?Īre they just wishing you'd get the hint already and leave? 57.: Snappy from the story Stuck with a Punk by CHBlackk with 1,626 reads. To feel like you're at a party you weren't invited to. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don't want you there.
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