She told me he’s nothing but trouble…
I told her i like trouble. And I guess in a way it’s true. Being little miss goody two shoes honors dork is a lot of work. I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, and I have no interest in doing either. But when it comes to guys, I’m definitely being pulled into a fatal attraction. I can’t help it. Guys smell good, they have a smile that makes you weak in the knees, and they know just what to say.
I know I shouldn’t talk to him. He’s too old for a 17 year old. We flirt with danger and I know it’s inappropriate. But the thing is, that’s half the fun. I enjoy knowing that it’s wrong. I enjoy knowing that he’s way too experienced for someone as clueless as me. I enjoy the thrill of being “bad” for once.
I guess I’m just going to see where this goes. I haven’t made any official decisions yet, but I’m going to try my best to ignore my brain for once and to just go with the flow and see where the moment takes us. I can’t be a naive little girl forever.
