I was ?overthinking? every conversationand every encounter. I was hit with the ?sie?s just weird stick.? If a?mean gurl? said something rude to me, ... just internalized it. Thatmade me an easy target. I started walking home by myself from the busstop feeling isolated and friendless.Quite frankly the super direct and super popular Francisca was no helpto me. People just gravitated to her, she excelled at just abouteverything. It was my dealing with my somewhat ?mean girl? sisterAbigail that. ” He was a young fellow with dark skin, and very muscular. His jet black hair was closely cropped and his dark brown eyes were mesmerizing. I imagined him wrapping his muscular arms around me and pulling me in close. “I’m sorry,” he remarked, “but I need to turn on the sprinklers.” I smiled and backed my cart up slightly, to allow him to pass by me. “If you stay here,” he dutifully remarked, “You might get wet.” “I am already wet,” I replied. He didn’t seem to catch my innuendo. He stepped from. "I've been picturing this moment for a long time; I want it to be perfect." You're crazy," I laughed. "I feel like an artist's model in some cheesy Life Study class."Shaun ran one hand up my leg, dipping down into the indent of my waist, skimming the length of my bare arm. He traced the curvature of my shoulder and the fine line of my collarbone with deliberation. "You're a great deal sexier than any artist's model I've ever seen."I arched an eyebrow but remained unmoving; the heat of his gaze. "Come along girl, we haven't all day." With that she grabbed William'swrist, her grip fearfully strong and she pulled the horrified boy throughthe hallway and out of the front door, pushing him in front of her as shedid so. William's mother followed them, locking the front door behindthem.William tottered along in abject embarrassment, he looked like a naughty,slutty schoolgirl being hurried along and told off by his mother and histeacher. He felt the eyes of the world upon him and could only.