I couldn't look Rohan in the face. The memories of last night was a hunting memory to me burning my cheeks right now as Rohan entered the cass. Our gaze met and held until finally he tore his eyes away from me. How am I supposed to explain that last night was a mistake again. I had kissed a man twice, forgetting all of my training as a proper woman.Now, without shame I walked so freely about, do whatever there is that I do just to enjoy myself and identify with people that shares my idea.
Being an American teenager is like an ever-ending dreams of one self to the extent that your values are questioned and you're made to understand that life is ain't bed of roses. To get to the rose, you need to walk through the thorns.
"Hey" Rohan finally settled on his sit beside mine.
"good morning"
