Definition Of Love

Nobody knows what the definition of love is. I've tried finding it every day in my life. But I've never been lucky enough to find out. But what I think it is, is when you look at the girl and just feel a knot inside because she isn't yours. When you can't think of anything else than her. When you blush every time she is talking to you. When you just want her to be yours. Nobody else's just yours. When you write songs for her. When she is the only one you see. When you want to give her the world.

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1. "I'd fight for that girl"

Nobody knows what the definition of love is. I've tried finding it every day in my life. But I've never been lucky enough to find out. But what I think it is, is when you look at the girl and just feel a knot inside because she isn't yours. When you can't think of anything else than her. When you blush every time she is talking to you. When you just want her to be yours. Nobody else's just yours. When you write songs for her. When she is the only one you see. When you want to give her the world.

 

Another day in school. An other day with a facade I had to keep. I was the bad boy. But inside I wasn't even close to being a bad boy. I wrote songs. Wrote poems. Sang. But only when I wasn't with my gang.

It was Monday and I was on my way to physics when I saw this girl that I'd never seen before. She had long blonde slightly curled hair, an ass that could kill, just perfect curves. She was wearing these white skinny jeans, black vans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt. When she turned around and I got to see her face I couldn't help but think, wow she is beautiful. Blue eyes like the ocean, shaped like almonds, without any make-up. Soft round dark eyebrows, placed perfectly over her eyes. Big lips, perfectly shaped and slightly pink. A beautiful nose completing her already beautiful face. She had a pair of glasses on that fitted her perfectly.

When her eyes met mine, it was as if I was looking into the beautiful ocean. Her cheeks slightly turned red as I kept staring at her. I shook my head smiling, "are you new?" She nodded shyly. "What are you looking for?" I asked walking towards her. "Physics" she stammered, with a god damn cute British accent, while looking away. "Cool me too.. Follow me" I smiled nicely and began walking. She was god damn cute. "So what do you like?" I looked at her. "Writing, physics, reading and stuff" she smiled embarrassed taking some hair behind her ear. I smiled, "cool.. I'm Justin by the way.." "I am Sophie." "Pretty name... Did you know that it's Greek and means wisdom" the words just flew out of my mouth. She looked confused at me, "I-I don't know.." Stupid Justin. "Well it's here" I opened the door and walked inside.

"I just ran into the new student" I put on the facade and smirked to my gang. They chuckled, "uhh.." "Chill bro" I winked. "Bieber if you please sit down" the teacher cleared his throat. "Yes sir" I laughed and sat down. I looked up at Sophie. Her beautiful body and face. Just her beautiful self. She looked confused. I just changed from being a nice guy which I was inside to be the teacher's worst nightmare. I gave her an 'I'm sorry' look and leaned back in my seat. "Well everyone this is Sophie... She is new here.. And she came here from England so... Please help her.. Be nice to her" the teacher warned, "and you can sit beside McCann down in the back." "Oh I will sir" I smirked, "trust me.." My gang chuckled, "not if I'm first.." "Bieber" the teacher warned.

Sophie sat down in the back confused as f**. I understood her. I just changed like that. The rest of the lesson I stayed quiet and listened to the teacher, hearing Sophie answer every question about something like: 'how many elements is there in the periodic table?' Or 'what is the elements?' Or 'what does it mean?' She answered all of them like it was the easiest thing in the entire world.

When class was over I saw Sophie sit up against a wall all alone, "I'll be back in a sec... Just go outside.." "Okay see ya bro" Bruce said and they walked outside. I walked over to Sophie who looked up. "I'm sorry for my behavior in class... It's just-" "You are the bad boy.. I know" she looked down in her papers. "Yeah.. But I'm not like that at all.. It's a facade" I explained. "I-I have to go now" she stammered as she got up walking away. Why did that always happen to me? But I'd fight for that girl. I'd do whatever it'd take. Just to make her like me as a friend.

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