Okay, this was very unplanned, but after last night's dream, I think I fell in love with the idea. Ignoring most of it that didn't make any sense, this is about Kris. It's your senior year of high school, and one class you always loved was pyschology. Whether it be the subject or the classroom itself, you've always enjoyed it. So did Kris, for the most part. Until one day he found out the teacher had a crush on him. What does he do? He wasn't the most popular guy in school, let alone the cl

I looked up at him and saw his hurt eyes. Those eyes were a mess… but a beauty all in one. They showed the feelings of both he and I. I dare not look away, but study his features to see what was being felt. His eyes grew watery and shined in a dark hurt manner. By the look and feel all around him, he was hurt… lost… dazed at the sound of my words. “We have to break up.” E