The Fight
“No you’re not.” Brandon grabbed my head and helps me pull it to of the back on the seat. “yes I am I just don’t want your help.” I pushed him away. “You just fell and then hit your head. You are not okay. And yes you do need my help. So stop pushing me away.” He moved over me. As much as I wanted to wanted to move away from him I couldn’t. I couldn’t move because I was as far into the seat as I could go. It was something that I wanted to do by I couldn’t pull away from him. I wanted to kiss him so much right now. But he was no longer mine. He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it around me. One it was in place he moved back. He looked up and right into my eyes. His hand moved from the seatbelt to my wrist. My eye slowly moved from his to his hand. The thoughts that ran though my mind w
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