Of Stolen Kisses and Sweet Lies

Summary: She's the quiet, shy type. The girl you look at and say, she thinks she so much better than us, but when he looked her he said, hi. He broke the unbelievably thick wall that she built with just one simple word that lead to all the stolen kisses and sweetened lies.

The chocolate started melting on my tongue just as the good part in the book I was reading began to jump out to me on the page. The excitement of the book and the smooth chocolate on my tongue made everything seemed like heaven. It definitely took me away from the brutal reality of my secluded lunch area that I self proclaimed as my own. Not that they would actually give me a spot of my own and by 'they' I mean the self virtuous leeches, or naïve, brainless jokers that I call my classmates. But I prefer this spot where little or no teenyboppers come.

Some times I watch them and think; I'm not missing anything, when I see their drama, but other times I think; I'm missing out. I see them with their friends and boyfriends and I want that, I really do, but when it comes to actually talking to people I clam up. Over thinking my responses or doubting the strength in voice to carry whatever it is that I want to say. I'm not sure if I'm scared to get into their sadistic lives or smart for staying away from them. I hear what they say about me, but I don't saying anything back. Everyone seems to think that I think I'm better than anyone else, but that's not true. To be perfectly honest; I think they are all better than me in one way or another, yes, but not to the point that I don't know how to have a civilized conversation with them if I ever chose to do so.

Or at least that's what I thought… until he spoke to me.