I walked to the room filled with instruments, and grabbed a guitar. I walked outside and sat against a tree, then i started playing.
I couldn't stop thinking about Marco. When i saw him in history class, i thought he was a a football guy, a real cliché, but seems like he is just the opposite of that.
I heard someone coming, i looked up and saw him. I quickly looked down again. Oh hell nah, why. Why!
"Hey" he said
"Hi" i replied, without looking at him.
"You're good" he said pointing at the guitar.
I nodded and gave him a little smile. Could he please just leave now. Seemed like he wouldn't go away, so i had to.
"I've got to go" i said, took the guitar on my back, and walked away.
"Wait" he shouted, and ran after me "what is it with you?"
I turned around. "What is it with me? You're the one acting weird!" I turned around again and was off to go.
"Please wait" he said and grabbed my arm. "What's your name?"
"Ugh Marco just let me go!" i shouted. But his hands was still holding my arm, and i couldn't get it off.
"Just tell me what your name is" he said and looked me in the eye.
"Megan" i looked away "But just call me Meg"
He smiled. "Megan" he pulled me closer and lifted his hans up to my cheek, while pulling me even closer. I closed my eyes, and felt his soft lips against mine. He kissed me.