Loving You
in the face, and my cheeks turned crimson. I noticed the students coming in the doorways and talk
em all in New Zealand. I wasn't used to the harsh weather of Alaska. I didn't like it at all. I decided to go back home to my beach house and soak in
back to my dad
But instead of living in a good, warm country, my mom and I wer
ays been busy working late at night, and she'
d pushed by me to kindergarten. I was going
ngs were over me, and the kids were crawling up the stairs. I heard the bell toll, and
he walls were lined with red couches
I help you?
was just wondering wh
sk and smiled a lot. I saw the g
I followed the over-excit
activities before we entered the classroom at the end of a lon
e. Immediately, all the students' heads shook at me with int
here is..." she looke
." I re
t and is joining your class. Please let her feel w
and at the inst
ven't got the point. I've always missed classes at my old school to do random activities. Oh, there were a
I was zoned out when the instructor started to talk a
. A kid came in there. Immediately seeing that he was look
in a messy yet sexy way. His brown eyes held secrets to them, and
e?" asked the coach. His ey
id, calling her in her f
h what I
ing." And then he winked at
d then returned to her spee
nd started messaging
missing yo
G. Maybe you will come
eaming about a holiday to Europe. You
ur parents that I miss them a
to babysit the neighbo
that the boy who was late was staring at me. He t
r boyfriend?
m texting
widened his grin. "You shou
ice for you to mak
t back in his ch
g back at hi
he said
oes tha
me. "What doe
ntly. "What d
't many people I know named Ha
class front. "There's a
g to him. I caught him glancing over a couple of times, but I behaved as if I
e in two other schools. He was pretty much
boxing. It was fun, and I certainly got better every day, s
tty, I suppose, but in the evening I really skipped my normal run along the sand. I didn't hav
were foggy, and the bricks were dark brown-red. I
tocky, slim, imposing, weak. As I walked past them to the back of the war
raying that neither of them would speak to me. Unf
in his dark gray eyes. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't hot either. Th
ent, trying to side with him, bu
ooked at me head to toe shame
. His head shot back sharply and blood ran out of his lip. I kneeled him in th
on." Then I walked by him to the em
to speak to