Chapter
2,
I’m breathless. Literally. It was one of the longest kisses I’ve ever had. I could see him now because my eyes adjusted to the dark light. He had blue brown eyes, and a brown flow. He was in blue jeans, and a short sleeve Adidas shirt. And his shoes, his shoes were black Nike. He was the type of guy that I’ve always wanted to meet. The guy that I’ve wanted to go on a few dates with. I looked into his eyes, and he smiled. Then, he started singing. He had the best voice. He was an Eminem. I wondered how he even knew me and wanted to find out. “How do you know me?” I ask. “Ha. I go to your school. I’m in your Spanish class.” He said. “What? Really? I’ve never noticed you. I know that sounds mean, but I really haven’t. Sorry.” I said with a feeling of insecurity. What if he really isn’t and is making this all up? He tells me, “Let’s go before it’s too late.”
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