M-am decis sa incerc ceva nou. Aceasta proza va avea mai multe versiuni din moment ce am mai multe idei pentru ea si probabil o sa-mi mai vina si altele. Aceasta este prima versiune pe care o s-o scriu direct fara sa o am mai intai in Word si doar s-o transfer aici.
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The craziest things they say that happen during college: getting drunk and waking up in weird, unknown places, hooking up with random people, failing classes, making friends and losing them, making bets, falling in love. For me it was different. I'm only in highschool and my life is already a total mess. My parents divorced before my first year in highschool and are now separated and far, far away from each other. I'm living with my mom's best friend and her family in a house near the center of the city. My grades are not awful, but not as good as my parents wished they would be either. I've barely made any friends. In my highschool I'm either the weirdo who hangs out with the shortie and the bad ass chick or just a nobody. I guess I'm a total mystery to those around me. Not even my friends know me well enough. The others just seem to be staying away from me for certain reasons that even I don't know.
Well, now enough about me. I'm here to talk about him. My neighbour is a total hottie and happens to be the most popular guy in my highschool too and not in a good way. From what I've seen, his life is just as messy as mine. He lives with his brother and his girlfriend. I haven't talked to him too much, only once or twice at some party. He doesn't seem to like speaking so much. He preffers to do better things with his tongue and hell, he does it well. My friends kept pestering me, saying that I'm too good to be with him and other things, but I'm not going to listen. He's just everything I want and that I think I deserve. He's perfect for me and it would be a shame to let him go when I'm close enough to have him completely.
Okay, maybe it's not that close and it's not me who's going to have him. It's more like he's going to have me. And if making out a few times can be counted as "close", then I guess we are. At first, I only wanted to have fun with the bad boy, who happens to be extremely sexy too, but I ended up feeling something more. I can't say I'm scared or anything. If my parents' love didn't work out, then maybe it wasn't love. Maybe what I feel isn't love either, but I know it's something. I got to know small parts of him and I guess he is the real reason everyone else avoids me. No one ever gets close enough to him to even ask him his name and I managed to steal more than one kiss from him and some words too. Maybe I'm on the right way, maybe not. Maybe what I'm thinking it's the truth, maybe it's just me who thinks that way and all he does is play. All I know is that I wanna steal more and not just that. I want his heart.
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