You Dont Exist, Denise Twice Rendon [highly recommended books txt] 📗

you don’t get anything I’m worthless? Well I’m NOT, I am not just a girl who is waiting for someone to come up to her and say ‘You’re my everything, my best friend, I like you, I want you as my girlfriend and no one else’s.’ But? Will I ever get that? No, because everyone knows I like Giovanni, guys know that I wont go with them, BECAUSE of Giovanni. Do you know how much that bothers me? That I lost all my chances of being with a guy? And by the way, why do I keep having the same dream? Why is it always in a forest with you. I mean it’s like we can have conversations and continue with them from the last one, it’s weird…silence is all I hear.
Fine, whatever. I’ma wake up and never go back to sleep.

“Mr. Casimiro?” I wake up hearing a familiar voice. I freeze and stare at Kimberly. She raises her eyebrow, “What’s wrong?” she asks. I turn around in my seat towards the door to see blue crystal eyes. He has jet black hair that slightly covers his eyes. The tip of his hair is dyed red, and he has caramel skin. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and black fitted jeans. He has a chain coming out of his pocket. His ears are pierced with silver studs and he has a eyebrow piercing. But what catches my eye is his eyes and his voice. He walks by me, he glances at me and literally stares at me for two seconds then continues to the front desk. “Oh, who are you?” Mr. Casimiro asks him. The guy looks bored, “Names Romeo.” he murmurs. My eyes widen. No, it’s a coincidence. I don’t know him. I look at my phone, I can’t text. I don’t know who to text, I look up to see Romeo’s blue eyes staring in mine. He smirks, “Hey, what’s your name?” he asks.
I- “My name is Marley.” I stutter. He chuckles, “Cool, you have the same name as Bob Marley.” he smiles showing his pearl white teeth. As I look closely, I spot four fangs. Right. Where. The. Wisdom. Teeth. Should. Be. I stare at Romeo, “Y-your?”
His smile disappears and he sits next to me on my left. I follow his movements, “Romeo?” I call out his name. He looks at me, “What are you doing after school?”
I stare into my phone, should I find out who he is? But what if Giovanni texts me and asks me the same? What do I do then? I exhale, “Nothing really.”
He nods, “Oh, well I have to go to some kind of lame family meeting.”
I nod slowly, “Oh.” for some reason, I feel sad.
Romeo nods, “Yeah.” he looks uncomfortable now. As do I.
Kim coughs, “So Romeo, why are you here at LA High now?” she asks. Romeo shrugs, “Who knows? Maybe I have a better life living here then where I did before.” he looks at me. I look away, feeling heat rush into my cheeks. For the rest of the period I sat frozen, not moving a muscle at all. I was too nervous to move.

The bell rings and I get up and leave with Kimberly. We walk down stairs to outside and wait at a near by tree. This tree is where all of us guys meet at. Hopefully Giovanni comes. I need to talk to him.
By the time the school grounds got almost empty I’m nervous as heck. I’m playing with my fingers, staring at the gray rigid cement floor.
“Marley.” Giovanni’s voice!
I snap up and hug Giovanni. I bury my face in his neck. His arms wrap around my waist, “What’s wrong?” he asks me whispering in my ear. I miss his voice, even if he just ignored me for a day. I missed him. “You jerk!” I step back and hit his shoulder which didn’t hurt at all. He looks apologetic, “I’m sorry, I-I was high the whole day, that’s a stupid time to be near me.” he murmurs.
Soon, a girl came up towards us and starts rubbing Giovanni’s shoulder. “Hey, you wanna make-out on the third floor again tomorrow?” she asks in a sluttish flirty way. Rubbing over him. I gasp and anger floods me. My body feels heavy as my breathing does. He looks to and fro me and the girl. He shoves the girl away, “I was fucking high! I don’t like you hoe!” he sneers at her. Too late, “FUCK YOU GIOVANNI!” I yell and slap Giovanni’s face. He gasps but doesn’t get angry at me. As if he knew he deserved my slap. I start to run.
“MARLEY!” he yells after me.
I shook my head, no fuck you. I know now Giovanni Martinez. Your bad side. You’re a fucking pig.

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Text: I May Like YOU, but...I Love HIM.
Publication Date: 12-16-2011

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