Misunderstandings...Trust me, there always will be

Everyone has a crush, a partner, a lover, or even a best friend. Right? Wrong, with me, I always will be that one girl who keeps to herself. Well, that isn't entirely true.
Because once I decided to go talk to Edger, a long lost friend from a summer festival, things started to go downhill.
My name is Shaniqua by the way. I am 15 years old and I do my best to avoid a relationship where I can get hurt. And trust me, between you and me. This is all a HUGE misunderstanding on my part.
I just wonder what it is with us teens and our hormones. Anyway, let's get right to the good stuff. Shall we?


2. Love is a Dangerous Game



Wait for a second, since when did he attend this school, or to be a little more technical, when did he move here?

Ok, I need to go and just talk to him. See if he remembers me from that summer festival down in Colorado Springs two years ago. I make my way towards him while smiling, half-heartedly. He smiles back and he has braces on. I blush, he is so cute with braces on. I clear my throat. 

 "Edger, long time no see." He gives me a confused look. Oh boy, does he not remember me? "Remeber me from the summer festival a couple years ago?" He shakes his head and his eyes go wide.

 "Shaniqua! Aren't you that girl who had cotton candy in her hair?." I laugh and his smile grows.

 "Yes, that is me. So you moved into town or something?"

 "Well, I did move into town a couple weeks ago. I just didn't think I would run into you." He runs his hand through his hair as he looks down at me. I feel my face heat up.  Of course, he didn't. 

He looks over my shoulder then back to me.

 "Look, Shaniqua, sorry to cut this short but it looks like your class is going in." I say a quick "goodbye" and  I rush into class. Mrs.Aldaz glares at me when I walk in and I whisper a quick "sorry" as I walk past. Even after a simple conversation like that, Edger left butterflies in my stomach. His deep, brown eyes, dark chocolate hair, and toned, tanned body left me with indescribable, dirty thoughts running through my head. 

This boy is having dangerous effects on me. I can't let this happen. No matter how much my emotions get in the way. Love is a dangerous game, that I can't and will not play. I should have never even decided to talk to him. Why do I have to be so stupid?




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