Giving me the death stare while pulling his girl closer in a hug. The girl obviously take back a bit by the quick action as they quickly made their way into the crowd. “Wish we were like that” I thought to myself. Being able to claim my love in public. Able to shout to the world how in love I was with my best friend and him yelling it back. It would be nice being able to hold hand while walking down the hall, Or being able to kiss him goodbye when we go our separate ways for class. I found myself blushing thinking about leaving cute little notes in his locker for him to read through his day. Suddenly, I felt a bit of sadness washed over me realizing our current situation, but that quickly went away when some kid ran out the bathroom with tears in his eyes almost knocked me down to get out the building. I looked over and saw the class president Adam Neal smiling with his miss USA grin looking down at his phone. He looked up at me not saying a word..just quickly jammed his phone in his pocket, grabbed his bag and walked down the hall disappearing into the crowd like the couple. I quietly shrugged to myself then made my way to my locker. It was different from all the others. It was all alone in its own corner, it was a darker shade from all the others. It had a few scratches around it, the paint peeling off a bit revealing a rusty metal erotic underneath, but interracial it was still in pretty good shape. Unlike Terry’s locker who was between the head cheerleader and School’s beauty locker. His fit in with everyone else’s while still standing out. He is only a few lockers down from me but it seems like it was miles away. Finally, reaching out to open my locker I release myself from my thoughts, and noticed the hallway grew quieter only a few echoes of laughter, or students sneakers squeaking while rushing up the stairs realizing they left something in their last class, or the grumbling of the janitor about how he hates his job. The crumbling of love notes left in lockers or test papers with failing grades filled my ears. I opened my locker and three different color hearts fell out of sensual massage them. I bent down and picked each one up I read the biggest one first. It was a light shade of pink with “Chris” on the front of desi it. I flipped it over and it read, “Will you go out with me? -Sam” “Bold” I thought. Slowly crumbling her feelings in the palm of my hand then placed it in my locker, then looked at remaining two hearts I was holding. It was almost like they were actually beating, waiting for me to accept them not knowing their fate. I held the next heart to my face it was a dark green with a bit of golden glitter surrounding my name, “Chris” on the cover, upon opening it smelled like asian roses and hope. My eyes read, “I like you - Anna” I chuckled remembering when she spread the rumor around school that I had a small dick. All because I refused to be her date to the dance last year. Taking joy and pleasure out of slowly ripping her note into confetti, I thought about sprinkling it over her head tomorrow in Science. Picturing the light leaving her eyes while she realizes I’m rejecting her again made me smile. I carefully placed the pieces in my bookbag for tomorrow’s spectacle. Picking up the last heart, I noticed it was a plain old heart made from notebook paper. No imagination or creativity but I liked the simple idea of it. “No need to sugar coat it or make a huge presentation.” I mumbled to myself, starting to read the note. “Chris” in red ink filled up the entire heart, slowly turning it to the other side in the same ink, I saw in tiny letters like they were whispering “I love you - Terry”. My heart was beating out of my chest while I felt new life breathed into me, reading each word carefully over and over again. By the time the video ended, I was exhausted and the towel was soaked. I had gotten it before the storm and forgotten about it. "I'm no sure you have all the facts Mrs. Livingston, I didn't seek out your daughter, she'd a friend of my sister and that's how we met. When erotic we found him he told us that the competition had taken longer that he thought it would and that we had to leave. Kyle couldn’t see a single thing. “What did she say?” I asked. “Leave me alone,” she replied, interracial still keeping her head forward. I’m simply too numb and shocked to feel anything anymore. It recovered. I said I am to blame for that when Sissy asian was brought on line I had her look for little dormant programs that could activate with sentient word or actions. Or do you have a girlfriend who helps you out?” She sensual sipped her drink and had a suggestive grin on her face. She stroke it up massage and down as she let her spit drools from her lips onto my tips. After seeing Clint and Aunt Cheryl having sex, I was on fire. The judges watched in amazement at the perverted competitor's dedication and readiness to HURT HER GROIN as she brutally squashed on the rocky bump . And despite the almost unbearable pain her face desi expressed, managed to clutch onto the wall!