Writing his name in blood, chapter 1
He is fit, he is fine, he is emo, he is mine.
Amy carved the words into her desk. Around her the class was running riot, chairs skattered all over the floor, and tables toppled over. At her desk at the back of the room, Amy puckered her lips and sighed. She was still waiting for the day when he actually would be hers.
Amy had been in love with Jimmy since the first day of year 7. She had bumped into him in the corridor and it was love at first sight. For her anyway. Jimmy didn't have any idea who she even was.
He had a blonde mop with light brown highlights coating his head which dangled limply infront of one eye. Whenever this got in the way he had a knack of twitching his head so it flicked up slightly. In Amy's eyes dark brown eyes, he was 100% perfect.
"69, 72 HUT!!"
Amy slouched on the ground by the rugby pitch as he dashed back and forth. His legs looked smooth and silky like cream. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. Amy used her compass to carve the words deeply in the the wall beside her.
"Who?"
Amy span round and saw him. He looked at her, with a small smile in the corner of his lips. His lips, Amy thought. How I'd love to kiss them. Smooth and peachy like...like...no must concentrate. She lept to her feet and rubbed her muddy hands on her jeans.
"Oh. Nobody. I was...bored that's all."
He tilted his head to the side and took his face in his palms.
"Good," he whispered softly in her ear, as he firmly kissed her lips.
Amy carved the words into her desk. Around her the class was running riot, chairs skattered all over the floor, and tables toppled over. At her desk at the back of the room, Amy puckered her lips and sighed. She was still waiting for the day when he actually would be hers.
Amy had been in love with Jimmy since the first day of year 7. She had bumped into him in the corridor and it was love at first sight. For her anyway. Jimmy didn't have any idea who she even was.
He had a blonde mop with light brown highlights coating his head which dangled limply infront of one eye. Whenever this got in the way he had a knack of twitching his head so it flicked up slightly. In Amy's eyes dark brown eyes, he was 100% perfect.
"69, 72 HUT!!"
Amy slouched on the ground by the rugby pitch as he dashed back and forth. His legs looked smooth and silky like cream. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. Amy used her compass to carve the words deeply in the the wall beside her.
"Who?"
Amy span round and saw him. He looked at her, with a small smile in the corner of his lips. His lips, Amy thought. How I'd love to kiss them. Smooth and peachy like...like...no must concentrate. She lept to her feet and rubbed her muddy hands on her jeans.
"Oh. Nobody. I was...bored that's all."
He tilted his head to the side and took his face in his palms.
"Good," he whispered softly in her ear, as he firmly kissed her lips.
