Chapter Ten
I thought about ditching the last two weeks of school and then I looked up my grades on the schools website; I've really been slipping and I can't believe I let it happen, I can't believe my parents let it happn. Maybe it's because I haven't really seen them o talked to them since the last time I made them breakfast, teh día after Nick and I made amor the first time. *Our relationship has gone down hill; I mean, as much as my parents are child-like in their behavior, I actually kind of like taking care of them. I wander how they're surviving without my cooking. When I come home, I just head straight to my room, giving them a "hey" o a "hi", maybe even a "hello" if I'm up to más than one syllable. It's just so useless to converse with them when the only person I want to talk to and be with is Nick. And since I can't be with Nick at all times, as much as I want to be, it's like when I'm not with him, nothing matters, so why bother? I feel like a love-sick puppy, just wanting to follow him around all día and when I'm at school, I feel even más out of my eliment simply because he's not there. I've been slipping up only because the only thing I can focus on is Nick;
The way he looks, the way he smells, the clothes he wears, the way he pushes his hair out of his face, the intruigingly funny faces he makes when he's confuzed, trying to make a joke o just talking to me in tnormal monotone. His shoes, his hoodies, his hands are quite important to me too, along with his lips, feet, legs, fingers, the hair on his chest, his arms; Pretty much every apendage on him; all of him; nothing más and nothing less, just him.
And now that Nick is all I care about, the only thing that helps me survive, I find myself trying to focus on simple math problems, and easy everyday activities, but I just can't; not anymore. I t's like I can't function properly unless I'm hyped (no, not hiked) up on Nick. Not trying to sound like the world famous Twilight Saga here, but it's like he's my drug; Without the chemicals of his antecdote, I'm a vegetable. Nothing can help me but the touch of his skin, the smell of his breath o the kiss of his lips.
So when I'm faced with the math problems, the english essays, the tidiousness of running around the gym o the way the earth is mapped out; I just end up quitting and I've never been a quitter in all my 16 years of life. It's always been; Go here, do this, finish that, write this, be a good role-model . . . yadda yadda yadda. None of that is important anymore. The only thing that is important is being with Nick, no matter what else I'm missing in life.
I thought about ditching the last two weeks of school and then I looked up my grades on the schools website; I've really been slipping and I can't believe I let it happen, I can't believe my parents let it happn. Maybe it's because I haven't really seen them o talked to them since the last time I made them breakfast, teh día after Nick and I made amor the first time. *Our relationship has gone down hill; I mean, as much as my parents are child-like in their behavior, I actually kind of like taking care of them. I wander how they're surviving without my cooking. When I come home, I just head straight to my room, giving them a "hey" o a "hi", maybe even a "hello" if I'm up to más than one syllable. It's just so useless to converse with them when the only person I want to talk to and be with is Nick. And since I can't be with Nick at all times, as much as I want to be, it's like when I'm not with him, nothing matters, so why bother? I feel like a love-sick puppy, just wanting to follow him around all día and when I'm at school, I feel even más out of my eliment simply because he's not there. I've been slipping up only because the only thing I can focus on is Nick;
The way he looks, the way he smells, the clothes he wears, the way he pushes his hair out of his face, the intruigingly funny faces he makes when he's confuzed, trying to make a joke o just talking to me in tnormal monotone. His shoes, his hoodies, his hands are quite important to me too, along with his lips, feet, legs, fingers, the hair on his chest, his arms; Pretty much every apendage on him; all of him; nothing más and nothing less, just him.
And now that Nick is all I care about, the only thing that helps me survive, I find myself trying to focus on simple math problems, and easy everyday activities, but I just can't; not anymore. I t's like I can't function properly unless I'm hyped (no, not hiked) up on Nick. Not trying to sound like the world famous Twilight Saga here, but it's like he's my drug; Without the chemicals of his antecdote, I'm a vegetable. Nothing can help me but the touch of his skin, the smell of his breath o the kiss of his lips.
So when I'm faced with the math problems, the english essays, the tidiousness of running around the gym o the way the earth is mapped out; I just end up quitting and I've never been a quitter in all my 16 years of life. It's always been; Go here, do this, finish that, write this, be a good role-model . . . yadda yadda yadda. None of that is important anymore. The only thing that is important is being with Nick, no matter what else I'm missing in life.
