What’s Good… For Me?

    Ch. 1

Spencer’s POV:

               We were flirting again in my 6^th period. The sneaky glances at one another, the ‘accidental’ touching, the jokes and teasing, and bits of fighting going back in forth. We’re the definition of ‘on again, off again’. I can’t help it; I still love her. I can’t just stop loving her, either. I’m over her, but that’s what I thought. I can’t resist her when she looks at me, or when she grins at me mischievously. I’m mesmerized, I’m addicted! Finally her hand is placed over mine. I look directly at her to see her grinning like a shark triumphantly. “Can we go to the bathroom?” she asks our math teacher. Luckily I get my work done and she does too… because I sit right next to her. She and I go off to the bathroom, and she pins me against one of the stalls, kissing me passionately. I push her bangs back. She’s so sexy with her bangs. I kiss her back just as hard, not even thinking about what we were doing. I admit it; I’m a sucker for her. Logical thinking isn’t possible when she’s got me like this. Let me explain.

                  This girl I’m making out with is my on again, off again girlfriend. Her name’s Lisa. And she is a player. We used to date intensely a while back, but we kind of took a break from one another once she started cheating on me. Little break meaning we broke up. Now she wants me back, I think. She broke my heart, and right as I thought I was over her, she’s trying to get me back. She’s cheated with 1, 2, 3, or 4, 3-4 girls at least. I know; I shouldn’t be doing this with her. She can’t commit. She has flings; none of them lasting very long. But I think what we had lasted the longest. I think she truly loved me; we’ve just drifted apart. I know we fight all the time, and she has faults, but I still love her. I can’t get this girl out of my head how much I try. We also end up fighting all the time because of what she does. I hope either she changes or something changes between us eventually. The bell rings, and she breaks our kiss, ending our little make out session in the bathroom. “I got to go to practice.” She whispers in my ear. “I’ll see you later, babe.” With that, she leaves as people start coming into the bathroom. I kind of regret what I just did with her as I straighten my clothes out.