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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 11:47 am
xxxxxxxxx→Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.→ ↺ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ. ↺xxxxx ↴ Mαувє уσυ'яє ℓσναвℓє ↴
↯ мαувє уσυ'яє му ѕησωƒℓαкє. ↯ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMᴀʏʙᴇ I·ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ.
» ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ғʟɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴏғғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ » xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
yoυ jυѕт ɴeed тo вreαтнe тo ғeel мy нeαrт αɢαιɴѕт yoυrѕ ɴow. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxxSkye tried to ignore Blake as he inched closer and closer to her. She just wanted to get a good grade in this class. Would it ever benefit her in real life? She was unsure, but a high GPA would look good to all the Ivy league schools she was aiming to get into. This was basically just a way to fluff up her already high grades. Her parents were sure she was going to get into a good school, but she was worried. What if she let them down? What if she didn't get enough scholarships and was forever in debt?
xxxxxxx She was so lost in thought, she almost jumped out of her skin when he actually said something. Her eyes flickered to him and she willed her pulse to slow. It took a moment for her to actually process what he was saying, but when she did, she smiled. "Oh, right. I'm really sorry for snapping at you. I just..." She flushed in embarrassment. "I used to get made fun of a lot."
xxxxxxx It was true. Skye was good at a lot of things, but interacting with people was not one of them. She had many reputations at her other schools, and not many of them were names she would have chosen. At one of her old schools, she had become good friends with the captain of the lacrosse team. That was, until someone spread a rumor that they slept together and she became known as the school slut which was ridiculous considering a. she'd only ever kissed one boy in her entire life, b. the most she'd ever touched the guy was a high five, c. she'd never even spoken to him outside of their AP European History class other than tutoring him, and d. she had been a virgin at the time. Let's just say Skye was relieved the next time she moved.
xxxxxxx Strangely enough, Skye wasn't particularly scarred from the situation. In fact, she rarely thought of it. High school was hell. She knew that. But she wasn't here to make friends, she just wanted a good education. Her mind was focused on college, then getting a good job, and possibly becoming the first female president. She wanted to take on the world.
xxxxxxx Her gaze flickered back to Blake. "Let's be friends, okay?" Because even though she had every intention of staying away from him when she walked through the door, there was something about him that she really wanted to trust. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was there. Definitely. A soft smile laced her lips.
Out Of Chords; Skye is wearing...
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 4:11 am
 
Blake let his blue eyes flicker onto her. It was at this moment he absorbed her body type. She was small, yet curvy. Her strawberry blonde hair appeared soft, and her lips were soft and pink. Her eyes were focused on the board in front of them, but he felt as if she were trying hard to not look at him. Blake knew he was irresistible. There were just some girls that wanted him, relentless of his social quo. As she spoke, he watched closely as the way her cheeks shaped, what parts of her face gave way to dimples. When she looked towards him, he felt his cheeks turn a heated red, more than his natural blush.
"Friends." A smile played on his lips. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was leeway into the ballpark that would allow him to get what he wanted. Blake sat up straight, running a hand through his soft hair. He loved the feeling of his hair, especially in the morning after he'd spent so long prepping it. Though, he'd find himself in the men's room after, trying to fix his hair back into the proper position in which he had it when he came to school. The boy turned and faced forward, bringing his arms up and crossing them over his chest. Friends. How long do we need to be friends?
There were eyes on him. There were eyes on her. Blake looked around, noticing how no one was listening to what the old man up at the board was saying, yet they were whispering among themselves about Blake and Skye talking. What were they talking about? Was Skye going to be his next toy? Poor girl.
Blake chewed on his lip and picked up his pencil, tapping it on his desk. He shot a look at his friend, Scott. Scott looked back at him and scooted his desk closer to Blake's. A shy smile formed across his lips as he looked over at the girl sitting on the opposite side of Blake, obviously Skye.
"When you break her in, let me know," He started, his voice at a whisper. "I want to try her out, that's for sure." Scott gave a wink and looked at Skye, raising his hand to give her a little wave.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 9:15 am
xxxxxxxxx→Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.→ ↺ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ. ↺xxxxx ↴ Mαувє уσυ'яє ℓσναвℓє ↴
↯ мαувє уσυ'яє му ѕησωƒℓαкє. ↯ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMᴀʏʙᴇ I·ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ.
» ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ғʟɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴏғғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ » xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
yoυ jυѕт ɴeed тo вreαтнe тo ғeel мy нeαrт αɢαιɴѕт yoυrѕ ɴow. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxxSkye was quite satisfied with herself once he agreed to be her friend. Just friends, she hoped he was aware. Anything more was the last thing on her mind. She could never understand how people had time to worry about trivial things like feelings and relationships when there was so much more important things going on. As far as she was concerned, there would likely never be time, and she was fine with it. She wasn't one of those girls who craved human companionship. Actually, she resented those people. The only reason these girls desperately wanted someone to love them, she thought, was because they didn't love themselves.
xxxxxxx The teenager was well aware of all the people staring at her. However, she wasn't too concerned about it. She was the new girl, after all. Eventually they would get used to her and she would be old news. Her attention moved back to the old man at the board. Unfortunately, she had a feeling no one was paying attention to him. She felt a pang of pity for the guy. Skye bit her lip, trying hard to pay attention to the class. It was just... so boring. Who cared about this stuff anyway? She wanted to, but she just... didn't. This class was taking forever. She definitely wouldn't be looking forward too it the rest of the year.
xxxxxxx Skye glanced at Blake through the corner of her eye and saw some boy talking to him. If she tried, she probably could have overheard their conversation. However, she didn't really care. When the boy waved at her, she smiled in his direction and then looked back to the board. In the back of her mind, she thought about Tim and how he thought Blake was some sort of player. She didn't know why she didn't see it, but she didn't. She couldn't. There was nothing about the blonde freckly boy sitting beside her that said player. In fact, she almost thought the opposite.
Out Of Chords; Skye is wearing...
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 11:04 am
Being "just friends" was something Blake had never truly experienced, not with a female anyway. Ever since his early days in elementary school, girls had always had crushed on him and he would flirt back with them. It never bothered him much how he wasn't wanted for the kind of person he was, but how his face looked. That's why he always cared so much for his looks. As ages went on, the only girls that stayed near Blake were those girls that got classified as "sluts." All of the girls he did have a crush on back in elementary school and middle school, due to their brains, and being naturally pretty, they steered clear of him, as they didn't want to be the next girl on the seemingly never ending list of who had sex with him. Blake had never thought too much sex was a bad thing. All that sex gave him a good time, gave him a way with wooing girls. Those girls, easy, most likely. It was still a body to hold, to touch, to slide in, but never to claim.
Claiming girls, that'd be quite the turn of events in his lifetime. He wanted a girlfriend. He wanted someone to take to movies, someone to tell stories to, goof around and talk about their future with. But, no girl wanted him like that - not in this school. His reputation from walking down the wrong road would prevent him from having anything of the sorts. Blake's eyes wandered over to Skye again, then forward. He wondered what she was thinking about; what did she think about him?
Blake must have been lost in thought for quite a while, as he looked over and noticed the teacher sitting at his desk, and everyone else began to talk among themselves. A girl he recognized from Kaitlyn's friend group was sitting on Scott's desk, giggling and twirling her hair while she talked to him. She noticed he was looking over at her, and she gave him a little wink.
"Are you going to Kaitlyn's house Friday night, Blake? I'm sure she's going to want you there."
Kaitlyn's house? Why would he... Oh right. Her birthday party. "Of course. I've got to be there if she's gonna turn legal." Blake chuckled and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced at the clock, sighing in wonder. Why had they ended class twenty minutes early?
The girl had quickly found attention elsewhere with giggling to Scott, and Blake turned to Skye. "So," He sighed, adjusting his weight. "Tell me about you, Ms. Waters."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 1:29 pm
xxxxxxxxx→Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.→ ↺ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ. ↺xxxxx ↴ Mαувє уσυ'яє ℓσναвℓє ↴
↯ мαувє уσυ'яє му ѕησωƒℓαкє. ↯ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMᴀʏʙᴇ I·ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ.
» ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ғʟɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴏғғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ » xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
yoυ jυѕт ɴeed тo вreαтнe тo ғeel мy нeαrт αɢαιɴѕт yoυrѕ ɴow. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxxSometimes Skye wondered why people, more specifically boys, paid any attention to her. She wasn't like the other girls who swooned at their very presence. Honestly, most of the guys she'd ever known could disappear and she probably wouldn't have noticed. Maybe that was why most of the female friends she'd ever had resented her. Not only was she clueless, but when she found out, she still didn't seem to care. She had broken many hearts in her day, although she was likely unaware of it. A lot of her past friends didn't understand it. What was it about not caring that was so alluring to guys?
xxxxxxx Opening her single notebook, she pulled out a pen and began doodling. Eventually she had given up on paying attention to the class, and soon after the teacher also gave up on teaching it. She zoned out, not paying the slightest bit of attention to what was happening around her. In the back of her mind, she vaguely heard some girl ask Blake a question. She wondered who Kaitlyn was for a split second, and then decided she didn't really care. Blake could talk to who ever he wanted to talk to. She didn't own him. Maybe Kaitlyn and Blake were just friends, and maybe they weren't. She was fine with either scenario. After all, she and Blake were just friends.
xxxxxxx Skye was quite satisfied with her sketch of a tree, the branches arching towards the sun. She was fond of trees, their long branches twisting and turning. She shaded in some of the branches in an attempt to give them depth, and it turned out well. Surprise, surprise. It took a second for her to process the fact that someone was speaking to her, then another second to process that it was Blake. Her gaze flickered over to him. "Me?" A soft laugh escaped her strawberry pink lips. "What about me?"
Out Of Chords; Skye is wearing...
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