forum Does anyone want to help me write a story

Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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“O-oh!” He looked at her from behind, already loosing his thoughts to imagination. Why would he write about her? What would he write about her?

" Easy enough" she said truthfully before the bell rang once again Caroline started packing her stuff up her and Brad were the last two people in the class

Brad had his stuff already put away and started to head out, his mind whirled with thoughts. He already hated writing poems, but when you had to write a poem about someone who use to hate you- that was near impossible.

Caroline took off down the hallway past Brad into her office typing away at her poem

Brad watched her run, curious to what she was up to. He followed along behind her, and pushed the door open to the writer’s room.

Caroline didn't notice him and kept talking
"I lend everyone my ear but no one my heart and I sure would like to change that but I don't know where to start"she said starting to make a new poem as she wrote it down in her leather book

“Whatcha doing?” Brad asked sitting across from her. Whatever it was, it rhymed. He watched her carefully, trying to soak in all of her details. Every curve, and every imperfection. She had a look about her, making her seem really, really hot.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear biting her lip,

“Caroline? Helloooo?” He waved his hand in front of her, trying to get her attention. “Earth to Caroline.”

She blinked " oh uh sorry" she said tying her hair up into a high ponytail exposing her neck

He didn’t know why, but the was increasing her hotness. ’Stop it! Pull yourself together Brad!’ he yelled at himself, trying to push- specific, thoughts out of his head. “S-so whatcha doing?” He asked fidgeting with his sleeve.

" working by God it's hot in here "she said slipping her hoodie off her head she had a blue button-up vest like saying it had no sleeves and she had black shorts on that were ripped at the bottom and stopped at the top of her thighs

’My god she needs to stop.’ He tried to keep himself from saying or doing anything inappropriate. But good gracious she was making this difficult. “Working on what?” He asked quietly avoiding stuttering.

" some poems" she said chewing on the tip of her thumb

“Already? But we were just given the assignment!” He laughed shaking his his head.

She got up and walked dangerously close to him.

“W-what are you doing now?” He asked nervously, watching her every move. He really had no clue why this was bothering him.

"why are you stuttering is the bad boy of the school nervous?" She asked

“No, of course not!” He lied to her trying not to show how increasingly nervous he was getting. It was still obvious.

She ran her index finger down his chest " are you sure?" She asked

“Yes?” He replied really confused now. Why on earth was she doing this? This was weird, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He wanted her to keep doing it, but at the time he was trying to keep from pinning her to the table and kissing her.

" you sound uncertain" she whisper still running her finger down his chest

“I am to be honest. What the hell are you doing!?” He asked not pushing her away. He really wanted to pull her close and just kiss that snide look of her face.

"okay" she said and started to back off

“Seriously? Are you mad at me now?” He asked watching her back off.

"no you just seem like you don't want me to do it anymore"she said

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing it!” He replied a little out of sorts. His heart was beating fast, and he was still lost at to what he was suppose to be thinking.

"isn't that what you do to girls play with their feelings death in the fall for you then toss them aside" she said and leaned up to whisper in his ear" but I'm not playing"

He blinked rapidly, trying to piece what she was saying together. He stood up, and looked at her. “Wait- you’re flirting with me?” He asked in shock. Brad wasn’t sure what to make of her.

" bye Brad"she said and started to walk off