It was still early and she suggested that we stop and pick up some goodies. Can you mix us some drinks ? sure canShe said can you make us some Kamikaz...'s sure if you have everything Nope I don't But We will,We stopped at a market in the Palisades I went in she stayed in the car tho but when I came out she was not in the car she was coming from a bank of pay phones I asked did she need to call someone Naw was looking for a newspaper she said when we drove past the paper machines I noticed that. I wasn't sure he really needed one, but honestlyhe had no pockets and refused the idea of a backpack, so there was littleother choice. He had spent countless hours and more than a few dollars tofinish his outfits with jewelry accessories, although he did limit themto earrings, simple bangle bracelets, a matching necklace, with a singlering on each hand. Today, his jewelry all featured a honeycomb design.Not only did his colors match his new school, but the honeycomb was adirect link to the wasp. We were then sent to the principals office, the 8th grader went first to talk to the principal. When he came out it was my turn to talk to him.I was in his office for about an hour. He told me that he would have to expel me from school because of how violent my fight was, he then told me to leave his office so I headed for the door, but instead of opening it I locked it instead. I turned around to see if he’d noticed that I locked the door, he didn’t notice he was too busy looking at his. He stands there, bold, shirtless, wearing only jeans. His eyes glitter in the darkness, but he smiles, the smile I know so well. It reassures me, it’s him, but at the same time my heart jumps to my throat. It’s him, it really is. He approaches, one hand forward. It touches the skin of my breast, and my skin prickles at once. I shiver in anticipation. I feel his breath on my face, and he leans down to kiss me, softly at first, and as one had massages my breast, the other slips between my legs..