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I did, I still wouldn’t know if she already knew what I was talking about or if she didn’t. She only did this when her guard was up, I narrowed my eyes, "should I take it as a yes or a no Christina"

She shrugged, "should you Kiss?" and she walked away to her next class, I was astounded what the hell was that? I shivered a bit, feeling a bit lost and confused and tried to shaked myself out of it. Whatever it was I'd find out soon enough, I walked to my next class, opened the door and waited for the bell to ring. In my last period I was absolutely exhausted, I kept on thinking of exactly what I would say to Michael after school when I saw him. Exactly how would I act, angry, happy, depressed? I was in so much pain just thinking of Michael but for some reason I couldn’t stop, I hunched over in my seat and put my head down, grumbling to my self.

"Well you don’t look good today?" I turned around, looking at the boy who was clearly talking to me. He had startling intense blue eyes, blonde hair and thin cruel lips that seemed like it would snap at you but his voice calmed me down a bit. It was so gentle and so kind, I wonder why he’s talking to me, I don’t know him, I thought.

"Who are you?" I asked bluntly, then blushed feeling a bit ashamed of myself.

"Marcus", he said, "I’m surprised you didn’t notice me sooner; I’m someone people tend to look at all day long"

I nodded a bit, he was right, they probably did look at him all day... to think of ways to avoid him. He was hot enough to make your knees buckle but he looked so intimidating that people probably wouldn’t even have had the courage to speak to him…. almost like Michael, but Michael had an aura that said stay away from me, his was just wanting company… I could feel it. My eyes widened, damn, here I go again thinking I know what people wanted. I always had this thing about me, being able to understand what people were feeling. Sometimes I would understand exactly what the other person was feeling, that I would start feeling those same emotions myself.
In my younger days it was too the point where I would cry every time someone else was crying, I would feel their pain when they were injured. If they were limping, I would start limping. When someone was angry at another person but didn’t have it in their heart to say anything to them, I would start screaming at them. Once someone came up to me and said, "how did you know I wanted to say that?" I ran away when that happened, feeling like a freak, like something was wrong with me. I explained it my mom and she just looked at me sadness and understanding in her eyes. I didn’t know what was wrong with me but I knew I had to control it. It started getting better but I guess today my emotions were a bit wrecked so, so was my control.

"What’s your name?" he said, waving his hand in front of my face; I blushed again coming back to reality.

"Um Kiss, my names Kiss... are you new here?"

He nodded, "yeah just transferred from Princeton."

I gaped at him, "um WHY?"

He flinched and I knew he felt insulted. "I mean, Princeton is so, so great man, why did you transfer here?"

He smiled, a feeling of relief and understanding overcame me, yet I knew it was his. "Princeton is great, if you want to be a lawyer", he said smiling, "I don’t, I want to be in entertainment even though ther's a big chance I won’t make it."

I nodded, "well Marcus, nice to make your acquaintance my friend."

He laughed and not knowing why, I started laughing with him. Happiness engulfed me and that period was full of laughter. As the period ended, Marcus walked me out of the classroom and all the way to Michael’s class, we were talking. When I arrived, my heart tightened and I looked at him, "you go home without me, it might take some time for me to finish talking to him."

He nodded, "okay, see you tomorrow?" he asked doubtfully.

I nodded, "see you tomorrow."

He left, waving me goodbye and I breathed slowly and my hand slowly inched toward the door. "Should I even go in?" I whispered, "I mean, is there really any reason to go in?" Because he asked you too, I thought. Before I could even turn the door, he was already in front of me, door wide open. I choked up a bit as my eyes started welling, he always use to know when I was here, even though we hadn’t known each other for so long, he was still the same.

"Kiss", he said, a look of complete torment and relief on his face.

I wiped the tears away before he had the chance because I had an uncanny feeling that if he did, I would surly break down. "You wanted to see me, well here I am", I said shoving him aside and walking in the classroom, anger boiling in my veins, but as soon as I looked at him, I whimpered. All the emotions I still felt for him came back, but stronger and tears started dripping uncontrollably. He moved closer to me and in a second, I was in his arms, I don’t know who hugged who but I was filled with warmth again. My face was flooded with tears as he tightened his arms around me.

"Do you know how hard its been?" I cried, "h-how I had to gave birthh to her wi-without you. How I didn’t know if everyth-thing was going to be alright. I wanted Mica to be- "

"Mica, you named her Mica?" he said breathless, pulling me away from him so I could look him in the eyes.

"Y-yesss, I wailed, I wanted her to have you in her heart. And sh-shes so much like you Micheal soooo mu- "

He pulled me to him, and hugged me even more, "I'm sorry Kiss, I'm so sorry." His voice cracked as he said this, and I knew he was trying to hold back tears. "Its just, I didn’t think it would be a girl, were NEVER girls." He looked at me, his eyes full of passion and love, "I want to meet her kiss, I need to meet our daughter."
I started crying even more as he said “our daughter” . I looked at him and Mica's image popped in my head, the way she held back her feeling for Micheal since I told her that he abandoned her, the way she felt so much sadness because he wasn’t in her life. I pulled away from his embrace, "no… Micheal, its not something shes going to be ready for, or something IM ready for. You left us, you cant really think I'm going to forgive you after all you put me, US through?"

He shook his head, his eyes looked desperate, "you don’t understand Kiss. Oh god, I wish you did but you don’t. I loved, love you Kiss, I've never forgotten about you, all the years I was away from you was torture. I want to see her, its my right to see my daughter."

I backed away, "your right, it was your right to leave us, but it is not your right to think you can barge into our lives and expect everything to be the way it used to be."
His eyes darkened and he staggered back, I looked away, not wanting to see him like this. He looked so lost, so lonely. "I understand." I looked at him and I was shocked at the bitter smile in his lips. "I wont bother you anymore, or Mica," he quickly walked to the door and opened it, barley looking at me. "Bye Kiss."
I stared at him, completely shocked and numb inside, once again I felt the pain I felt five years ago. I laughed cruelly, he didn’t even put up a fight, he complied… once again. I slowly walked out, and walked all the way to the end of the hallway before falling down on the floor and crying.
Realize


Christy looked at me, quickly shocked, shit. And in a seond, he was next to me, wiping away tears that I hadn’t noticed were falling.

"Kiss…"

I had always hoped, prayed to hear my name come out of those lips but anger boiled up at me as I looked at the same man who left me, who left Mica. My reflexes took over and I slapped his hands away from me. We stared at each other for what seemed to be hours until I felt someone hands on my shoulder. I turned around and Paco was staring at Michael with such anger in his eyes that even I shivered out of fear. But as I looked at Michael, I knew Paco had met his match, those grey eyes had become pure black, his whole face was full of maliciousness, cruelty…jealousy.
He looked at Paco, and slowly those same eyes looked at the hands on my shoulder and went right back to looking straight at Paco. It was a warning, and as I felt Paco's hand squeeze my shoulder, I knew he was scared. I looked up at him, and gently I took his hands away from my shoulder, smiling gently. He stared at me, and backed away, understanding what I was telling him. Then I looked at Michael, and my face hardened.

"Don’t you have a class to teach?"

He looked at the class and everyone was staring at us, some were full of curiosity, some were Paco's boys looking at the new teacher with anger and admiration and some were full blown desire… for Michael.
"I want to talk to you", he whispered so low, knowing I was the only one who could hear him. I was overwhelmed with emotions, memories. I was holding back tears I knew were falling as he wiped my face again. This time, I didn’t slap his hands; l looked at him, wondering how he felt all these years without me.

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