"No!" he screamed as he pushed his chair out of the table. He rose to his feet angrily. "Son, you have to. You don't really have a choice." his father said calmly and folded his hands over the table. He sat at the head of the long, maple wood table. "Joseph, honey, please listen to your father. You have to do this, if not for your father then for me sweetheart." his mother looked at him with a hint of hope, gleaming in her green eyes. His eyes darted between his father's warm blue eyes and his mother's heart-warming smile and her eyes. "I'll do it." he whispered. His fathers eyelids closed as he nodded his head once in agreement. His mother gave him a warm smile to go along with her warm eyes. "Very well then son." his father's gruff voice said as he opened his eyes. "This is a very happy moment for me, thank you son." his father again said, staring into his son's hazel-brown eyes. Joseph just nodded once toward his father, as of to say, 'Sure no problem. What else do I have to live for.' He said his 'good-bye' to his parents and headed for the stairs. He didn't want this. He wasn't meant for this, he didn't want it, didn't need it, wasn't ready for it. For what? Responsibility.
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He walked out of his black Camaro. All the girls lunging their bodies towards him, all the guys watching in jealously. He ignored them and walked through the school doors into the crowded halls.
She walked around, trying to find her locker in the big high school. She shook her head, squinting at the rows and rows of lockers. She looked down at the white stinky note she held with the number 145C sprawled across it. Valley View High, she thought to herself. Perfect...not. She still kept looking at the number then at the lockers, numbers, lockers. Not really paying attention where she was going, she bumped into something bulky, hard, yet warm. Even if it was a quick touch, the warmth went through her pale pink organic cotton shirt, through her chest and pinned itself to her heart and soul. A warmth that found its way into her bones and stayed there not leaving, knowing that it wouldn't leave. "Shit." she cursed falling back.
His head shot up in shock. He felt a petite body crash into his bulky, built, toned chest. He caught her just as she was about to fall, a fall that would've probably hurt her ass badly. She, nor did he, know what had hit them. What power, what surge of electricity they had both felt. He felt the warmth of her body heat hit him, with a full blown force. It made him warm, made him whole. Something he had never felt. The electricity went up his arms, down his spinal cord, and into his stomach, giving him butterflies and the chills. Same with her. She knew absolutely nothing about him, but she loved the warm feeling he was emitting. "You OK?" he spoke, his voice soft, velvety, kind, caring, barely above a whisper. Only audible to her own ears. The sound of his husky voice sent shivers down her spine. He had her still in his grasp, loving the warmth that worked its way into his body. She nodded, "yeah, thanks." Again, only audible to their own ears. Her voice. Dear God, her voice. Perfect. He looked at her, she looked back staring into the hypnotic pools of hazel, as he stared into her deep mocha colored orbs. "I-I'm Joe." he said nervously as he let go of his tight grasp. Nervous? Him? Of all people, he, Joseph Adam Jonas, the son of the head of the mob, was nervous? "De-Demi." she replied, fixing her bag. "Well I guess I should go now," he replied tearing his gaze away from her eyes.
"Y-Yeah. Um, I'll see you around, I guess." she said, walking past him, brushing his shoulder. "Yeah, um bye." he said before walking away.
She cursed at herself mentally and under her breath. How can this, hot, gorgeous, dreamy God talk to her? She shook her head, trying to get the image of his eyes out of her head. She looked towards the lockers, 145C, finally! She walked towards it, opening it and dropping her bag in it. She opened her bags and took out her books. After closing her locker and locking it, she walked to her first class, Chemistry.
He couldn't let go of her eyes. Those hypnotic orbs didn't want to leave his brain. He walked towards his next class, immune to the way he had to go. He arrived, room 154. He walked through the open door and took his regular seat in the back. He leaned back, leaning his head as he looked at the ceiling. Not really paying attention to his surroundings.
She walked in, taking a quick glance around the room. Her heart quickened when she saw him sitting there, his long, lean legs stretched out in front of his desk, his arms folded around his head as he looked up at the ceiling. God, he looked gorgeous.
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feet playing under tableby cocksedge3,812 views
is this a story????XD
JeMiLoVeR03 8 months ago