I never wanted to fall in love. I never had any intention of it whatsoever. The mere thought of love made me want to puke. That was...until I met him.
He was a gentle boy with a kind heart and soft blue eyes. I felt so comfortable around him, just talking about nothing. Usually about himself. That was all I wanted to hear about. I didn't want to talk about myself. Just him. He was kind to me and we clicked instantly. I'd seen Greg around school a couple times before the start of freshman year, but I hadn't really paid much attention to him. He had a girlfriend, and I had, at the time, a boyfriend. He was more popular than I was, and our cliques didn't mingle with each other.
Until biology class, we had never had a healthy coversation. Mr. Geo had decided to make Greg and I lab partners for the semester. On the first day we smiled shyly at each other and didn't say much except how we were doing. Over the next few weeks we became closer and more comfortable.
Then came the horrible day when They came. They were the cheerleaders. They had transferred into our biology class on account of Greg being there.
THIS IS GOING NOWHERE. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I'M POSTING IT. >.< My friend told me it was good so he said to put it up somewhere where others could see it, instead of a beat up spiral notebook.