She looked like a sex goddess who is awaiting orders from her sex god to do it for her.Well, it is pretty fucked up for both of us having such an ince...tful life together. She looks at me and her eyes were telling me to get closer and take her in my arms. But, something wasn’t right for me. The eyes which I looked at said something else.I was smiling and gave a kiss on her lips. She replied to the kiss. I then look at her eye to an eye.She was looking at me and was about to abrupt the silence. You see, I hate to admit it and when I do, she never lets me hear the end of it, but I used to overdose on teenage drama movies during my adolescent years. In my warped 17-year-old brain, High School had the crème de la crème -the jocks and cheerleaders, the too school for cool- class presidents and know-it-alls, the majority- the ones that faded in to the background and the ones at the bottom of the ladder- the so-called losers. My darling Tamara, belonging to the first group used to stand. Damn I thought I was so close damn it to hell. I then turned some music on, loud too and cleaned up the trail with my father’s magazine and my computer which still in repeat of the video. I decided to take a shower to cool myself down and go over in my head what just happened and to relive in my mind the kiss and her smile. DAMN IT as I punched the shower wall knocking all the shampoo on the ground. So I got out and went to my room to put some cloths on when all of heaven graced me with the joy. “This car was in the parking lot here all night as Mr. West told me to stay away from Mr. Wallace yesterday, or I would have given him the keys yesterday afternoon. By the way, young Wallace was there in Mr. West’s office with Mr. West and myself when I had Dutler Ford prepare the Mustang she drove to school this morning.Fallon was un-cuffed, and she took the keys from her pocket and walked with an officer and opened the door and got the registration out of the car in Pam’s name after he.