The slam of a car door, the fix of a collar, your sweaty forehead as you walk to the door. The shifting of your feet, and the anxiety in your eyes. Its all the same, at least for me it is. Knocking on my girlfriends door will the most nervous experience I will ever have, but thats probably never going to happen. Since I've never had a girlfriend before, not even a boyfriend. What has life gotten itself into letting me into this world of horrendous human activity, that has not interest in me. It even disgusts me more that they ask me to do it with them, why me?
" Claire i'm going to work, i'll be back in a couple hours " mother yelled from the door as she raced to her car to get to work
I rolled my eyes as I leaned back onto the seat, watching my usual cartoons in the afternoon, or just after school. My legs were rested on the coffee table in front of me when I heard a knock on the door. I groan as I stand up and look to see who it was. I opened it and the most handsome man was just smiling at me.
" umm..... yes?" I asked as I but my thumb as innocent as possible
" are you Claire by any chance " he asked rubbing the back of his neck
" yeah, why " I rolled my eyes at him and just smirked
" your mother asked me to keep watch of you. not like you get in trouble when she's gone, but she just wants you safe I guess " he chuckled
' why did mother have to do this to me, and the world has gone crazy if it did this to me as well. '
" dammit "
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