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if
looking for witnesses to this special occasion. She looked back me,
her gaze softer than before, and smiled. She actually smiled at
me.
“A little humility can do a person some
good, you know. Chivalry looks good on you, JJ. You should try it
more often,” her soft cheeks blushing as she turned to leave.
My heart skipped nervously, thankfully in a
good way. I wasn't sure if I wanted to smile or cry at her honesty.
I settled for an embarrassed chuckle and a chagrined grin. My heart
wouldn't stop pounding, my palms were clammy, and my entire body
seemed to be stuck in that moment until she was completely out of
sight, leaving the vision of her smiling face tucked securely into
my brain. I knew this time it wasn't the anxiety kicking in.
I felt completely and utterly stupid, but
triumphant at the same time. She smiled at me. I did something
shamefully loser-like, and she smiled at me!
My bumbling idiocy aside, I felt on top of
the world just now. New found vigor surged through my body, fanning
the flames of my smoldering confidence.
I never was a very religious man, and I
haven't been to church nearly enough lately, but I honest to God do
believe in miracles.
No gun.
No pills.
No funeral.
No fake ass tears.
No dances for you, Assholes.
Now, there's only Jo Jo.

 
     
     
12
     
I was so sure I loved her. So sure she was
my destiny. In those short minutes in front of the school, this
beautiful angel changed everything. Who knows what would have
happened if she hadn't shown up right then, at that moment in time.
She saved my life. I had always been convinced it was a sign that
we were meant to be. Soul mates, and all.
Yet, this happened. Why? Why did this
happen?
Since I now reside in Hell, I can only
assume that there is a God as well. So, why did he do this? What
does he get out of it? Why would he grant me such a creature and
then hand her to someone else?! It's like dangling a lollipop in
front of a wealthy child, but letting the diseased orphans lick it
first. Cruel Bastard.
It was common knowledge that I had had a
crush on Joanna Fairley since the day we met, but after that chance
encounter, it wasn't long before I became more than slightly
obsessed with everything she did. I wanted to know everywhere she
went and everyone she talked to, my heart already claiming her as
my own property. This was the first time in my life that I had
thought more about someone other than myself. She was always on my
mind, no matter what I did I just couldn't shake her. She invaded
my every thought, every dream, every spare second my mind had to
offer. Each nerve in my body screamed to touch her whenever I
thought of her creamy skin, which was practically all the time. I
was never sure how to control myself around her. Should I play coy
and wait for her to come to me? Should I go full boar and just lay
it out there? I felt so stupid around her. My fingers fidgeted and
my stomach fluttered with drunk butterflies. Every day I stared at
the one thing I wanted most in the world but couldn't have. This
was something my daddy couldn't fix. I had to have her though,
there was just no other way.
     
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I couldn't take my eyes
off her soft silhouette in the far corner. I never understood why
such a pretty girl always preferred to sit in the back of the
class. Her hair was tucked delicately behind her ear, long and
silky. My fingers trembled at the thought of stroking those golden
locks.
    Talk to her, you
idiot! I yelled at myself as the teacher
left the room, leaving me open to strike up a
conversation.
    Granted we were not
exactly alone in a room full of classmates, but since this was the
only class I had with her, it was my only opportunity. I was pretty
sure there would be no objections to me moving seats. These lackies
would do just about anything I said. Well, all except him, and he doesn't
count. It was now or never.
I licked my lips absentmindedly as she
chewed on the edge of her pencil, the worn pink eraser tracing the
edge of her mouth