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I posted on Tumblr a confession about how i was insecure about my weight.
& my guy friend that I might just have a crush on sent me a message. It read;
"Confessions of the friend of a beautiful girl; you should love everything about yourself ."

[♥]

I posted on Tumblr a confession about how i was insecure about my weight.
& my guy friend that I might just have a crush on sent me a message. It read;
"Confessions of the friend of a beautiful girl; you should love everything about yourself ."

[♥]

I posted on Tumblr a confession about how i was insecure about my weight.
& my guy friend that I might just have a crush on sent me a message. It read;
"Confessions of the friend of a beautiful girl; you should love everything about yourself ."

[♥]

Hi y'all. All of my followers probably hate me now. But i'm sorry. I haven't been on witty in a really long time, but i think i'm going to get back on.
 
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Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Sixteen

“What are you going to do about it, Paisley?” Wesley asks, loosening up a bit, but still keeping his eyes locked on me."I.. I don’t know,” I stammer. I wipe away the few tears left on my face with my hand that isn’t holding his, and let my breathing slow to a normal pace. “I don’t know, Wesley.”
“He always did seem like kind of a jerk, anyways,” he says, looking away from me.
I chuckle, and let go of his hand to playfully hit him in the chest.  “Be nice. It’s not Parker’s fault that he doesn’t have a brain.” I grin up at him. An all-out grin.
He laughs, and looks back at me. In an instant, his smile fades away, and we’re both just looking at each other. Slowly, he holds my face and leans in closer to me. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, surprisingly. As he leans away from me, I feel my entire face heat up. Great. Hello, rosy cheeks.
“Sorry,” he whispers, glancing down at his empty lap.
I burst up from my seat on the bench, with a new positive attitude. “Come on, get up. Let’s walk around.” I hold out my hand to him, and he interlocks our fingers, stands up, and grins. “It can’t be too much longer till we get picked up, anyway.”
We walk the length of downtown and back, joking and flirting. The whole time, clutching each other’s hands.
Before we know it, Mr. Hawthorne’s in front of the bakery to pick us up again. We both pile into the car, and begin another conversation on show choir and school with Mr. Hawthorne. We arrive at my house soon, and I climb out of the SUV, rush up to my front porch, and wave as the car pulls out of my driveway. 

After the car is gone, I amble into my house, and up to my room. An eternal smile sticks onto my face. After a quick shower, I slink into my bed, tired from a long, eventful day.
 
 

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Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Fifteen

Wesley slams the SUV’s door, and turns to me as Mr. Hawthorne drives away. Wesley smiles at me, and gestures to the sidewalk ahead of us.
We start to walk throughout downtown, peering through the small shops’ windows, and secretly laughing at the interesting-looking strangers we pass.
“So, what do you and Parker do in your little tutoring sessions?” Wesley asks after a few minutes of small talk. I stop walking immediately, shocked by the question.
 
Suddenly, the trauma of what had happened with Parker earlier all settles in, forcing my knees to crumble and my legs to collapse onto the ground under me. Tears form in the corners of my eyes, and I’m staring up at Wesley from the sidewalk.
“Wesley,” I whisper. “He touched me today.”
In an instant, Wesley is kneeling in front of me, with one of his hands at my face. “He did what?” His voice is soft.
“He touched my breast. Like, held it. Purposefully. And I may be just making it something it’s not but.. I don’t know..” I glance away from him, and let out a shaky breath. “It freaked me out, cause I don’t do that. I’m sorry,” I mutter, my eyes drifting back to him.
It’s now that I notice that in the process of me babbling, Wesley has been walking me over to one of the metal benches at one of the shops.
“Paisley, Paisley,” he says quickly. “It’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t be talking about this with you, though. You came here to hang out and here I am, crying. I’m sorry..” I wipe away a few tears from my cheek. My icy fingers shock my skin.
“Stop apologizing,” he says gently, but forcefully. “It’s perfectly fine that your letting this out. It wouldn’t be good for you to keep it all locked up inside. It’s really okay.”
I smile up at him. “Thanks Wesley.”
He smiles small-ly at me, and nods his head.
I glance down at my hand, which is in Wesley’s lap.
My fingers and his fingers are interlocked.
I’m holding hands with him.
 What is this?
 

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Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Fourteen

In one swift motion, I’ve pushed the chair away from the desk, shoved Parker off from on top of me, and I’m out of the seat. Somehow, my fury has given me strange bravery and strength.
I refuse to say a word to Parker, grab my bag full of books from the floor, and swing it around my shoulder.
“P-Paisley? What.. Where are you going?” Parker croaks from the desk we were sitting in front of. I still don’t plan on looking at him.
“Parker, I don’t know what you’re used to getting from girls… But I don’t do that.” I glance at the clock out in the hallway, then finally look at Parker. His face is flushed, and his hand is running through his blonde hair. “It’s time for me to go anyway. And I’d be happy if you would never do that.” I gulp. “Or anything like that… Ever again.”
His eyebrows fall low over his eyes, and in a rush, he’s pinned me up against the wall, his breathing heavy and consuming me.
“Oh, c’mon Paisley,” he whispers smoothly, his fingers grazing my cheek.
I let out a shaky breath; his heat sends a shiver down my spine. Gah, why does he have this effect on me?
I gather myself for a second, and push away the temptations in my mind.
“No Parker,” I mutter, and I push my away out of his grasp, and rush out of the classroom, down the hall, and to the freshmen entrance of the school.
I grab my phone from my skinny jeans pocket, and open my new message from Wesley. It reads, “Be there in five minutes. :)” Conveniently, it was sent four minutes ago.
Soon, a shiny, white SUV pulls up to the entrance. Wesley is in the front seat, wearing a grin. He motions for me to come in, so I gather my stuff, and rush into the SUV.
“Hey, Wesley,” I say cheerily, and notice that Mr. Hawthorne is in the driver’s seat. I’d figured that I would meet Wesley’s parents… But I guess not... “Hey, Mr. Hawthorne.”
I see Mr. Hawthorne smile through the rearview mirror, then I look out of the tinted window to my right. Parker has just rushed out of the glass doors, and is looking for me. His cheeks are red, and he seems guilty. Or anxious. He snatches his iPhone out of his khaki shorts pocket, and hurriedly texts someone. I’m guessing it’s his ride.
But I don’t have time to think about that too long, because I’m soon engaged in a conversation with Wesley and Mr. Hawthorne about our first show choir competition, that is coming up in a week. 
  

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Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Thirteen

     I guess I had been looking away from him too long, scared by the question and it’s possible answers, because Parker says,” Paisley, is everything okay?” I can hear the sympathy in his voice.
I’m snapped back to reality, and my eyes dart back up to his face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I mutter, glancing back away from him for only a second.
His hand moves to my jaw, and his fingers tuck a loose piece of hair behind my ear. His blue eyes never leave mine. There’s something deep, and secretive in them. I can’t figure it out to save my life. And it only makes me wonder more. About everything.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his fingers grazing my jaw-area.
Somehow, I find the courage in me to ask him. “Parker, why..” I pause, and try to gather myself, then look back up at him. “Why are you doing this?”
His hand stops mid-graze, and his face changes, sets in a different way. He glances away from me for a second, but then looks right back at me, and peers deep into my eyes.
“I like you, Paisley.”
Woah. Woah. WOAH. What? What just happened? I must have heard him wrong. He.. He likes.. ME? What is this?
“Wh-what?” I stammer. “Why? You’re one of the most Popular guys in this school, and I’m one of the dorkiest girls. It makes absolutely no sense. You must be really confused or something because there is no way that you could ever-“
Before I can finish that last sentence, he’s kissing me. Like, big boy kissing me. His hand cradles my head, and my arm holds his shoulder tight. I have no idea what’s going on, but somehow my eyes close. And that numbing, high feeling returns to me. My grip on his shoulder loosens, due to the high, and my eyes flutter, then close. I feel him lean more into me, and he bites my lip again, like that first time we kissed.
Again, my toes curl up and down, and his heat trickles through my body. His high weakens my senses, and all my thoughts are on the kiss. His arm slowly makes its way from my head, to my neck, down to my forearm…
And I barely notice it, until his hand moves from my forearm to my chest, then… His hand is cupped around my breast.
The high fades away, and my eyes pop open. I know that it’s what high schoolers do, but it’s not what I do. Not at all.
No sir, I don’t. 
  

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Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Twelve

It feels like the next twenty four hours are on fast-forward, and all I can think about is how after school will go. Tutoring with Parker, and then hanging out with Wesley. Fhjsjfgaewf. It should be interesting.
Before I know it, I’m waiting in the math classroom again. I decide to go ahead and sit down in one of the chairs, behind a desk. My foot taps to an imaginary beat while I wait for Parker. Today, he walks into the room at just 3:09.
“Hi Paisley,” he grins, and drags a desk next to mine. I smile at him in greeting, and wait for him to sit in the chair next to mine, so we can start working.
But instead, he plops down on top of me, and crushes my lap.
“Um, Parker,” I squeak from under him. “What are you doing?” I plant my hands against his back and try to push him off of me, but my chipmunk-arm-strength fails me.
He chuckles, without saying a word or even looking at me, and takes out his math homework. “So, I was having trouble with number three,” he says, as if I’m not under him, but I can hear a slight smile in his voice. 
“Parker!” I croak, trying to push him off again. “Get off me!”
He laughs loudly this time, and says,”Nahh.”
I sink down into my chair, and examine the logo on the back of his t-shirt.
“Parker, I really think you should get off of me. I would really hate for your parents to waste the money that they pay for me to tutor you because you are too busy flirting and crushing my vital organs.” Somehow, I manage to keep a flat, calm voice through that entire mini-speech.
For a second, I think he’s actually going to listen to me. But of course, no. Instead, he spins around so that he’s facing me, with one leg on each end of the chair that we are both somehow sitting in.
“I guess you’re right,” Parker says, looking down at me. One of his hands moves to my face, and the other one interlocks our fingers. His thumb rubs back and forth on my cheek, and he leans closer to me. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek, and squeezes my hand.
Out of habit, my eyes dart to our hands, laced together at my side.
“Is that okay?” he whispers.
My eyes drift back to him, and I nod my head once, slowly. He has some weird effect on me that slows everything down, and seems to shut out the rest of the world.
He squeezes my hand, and forces me out of my own thoughts. But then, another thought creeps into my mind. A terrifying, inevitable thought. Why is he doing all of this?
 

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