All Chapters of Just Kidding : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

  Maybe I was never the one to believe in happy endings or fairytales like my mother did before her and my father's death, and maybe I never believed in those things simply because my life was a never ending sob story filled with the usual suffering and heartache.  But the question I ask you is do you believe in

    ♡     While in class, my attention falls on the back of the head that belongs to a boy who I cannot seem to take my eyes off of. Ryder Jones. Even his name is the most addictive sound that a human can hold. His scent smells like that of cinnamon. His eyes are the color of the deepest abyss from the most crystal clear sea. His voice. . .his voice is warm and soft like cookies that just popped out of grandmothers oven. 

     ♡      "Don't get used to it." I send an unfriendly smile my teachers way and head to my seat, pressing my head against my hands and breathing in the familiar scent of hibiscus.  

        ♡     I turn into the all too familiar cafeteria. It's full of as many teenagers as you can fit into a humid room of processed foods and sweaty bodies. &

    ♡     After around ten minutes we arrive at the curb a couple houses away from the party itself. Due to many other vehicles parked along the streets, it's hard to get an up and front spot. 

        ♡       Thankful that Bryce drove me home, I now have to come to terms with the fact that my brother may possibly be awake and pissed off. 

     ♡      School appears more viscous and gloomy than usual this early morning. The people cry on their way into the halls while rain pours from the stormy skies above and somehow the vibrance of the world goes black. 

    ♡    I instantly regret my decision to open the door leading into Child Development.  

     ♡     I somehow manage to power through the rest of the day without being of convenience to Dawson and his electrifying blue eyes. He found other means of interest in the giggly cheerleaders. 

 ♡     "Do I really look that dead?" I ask when looking between my friends at the lunch table.