My Girl by Lovebug (best book series to read TXT) 📕

to see me, well here I am", I said shoving him aside and walking in the classroom, anger boiling in my veins, but as soon as I looked at him, I whimphered. All the emotions I still felt for him came back, but stronger and tears started dripping uncontrollably. He moved closer to me and in a second, I was in his arms, I don’t know who hugged who but I was filled with warmth again. My face was flooded with tears as he tightened his arms around me.

"Do you know how hard its been?" I cried, "h-how I had to gave birthh to her wi-without you. How I didn’t know if everyth-thing was going to be alright. I wanted Mica to be- "

Mica, you named her Mica?" he said breathless, pulling me away from him so I could look him in the eyes.

"Y-yesss, I wailed, I wanted her to have you in her heart. And sh-shes so much like you Micheal soooo mu- "

He pulled me to him, and hugged me even more, "I'm sorry Kiss, I'm so sorry." His voice cracked as he said this, and I knew he was trying to hold back tears. "Its just, I didn’t think it would be a girl, were NEVER girls." He looked at me, his eyes full of passion and love, "I want to meet her kiss, I need to meet our daughter."
I started crying even more as he said “our daughter” . I looked at him and Mica's image popped in my head, the way she held back her feeling for Micheal since I told her that he abandoned her, the way she felt so much sadness because he wasn’t in her life. I pulled away from his embrace, "no… Micheal, its not something shes going to be ready for, or something IM ready for. You left us, you cant really think I'm going to forgive you after all you put me, US through?"

He shook his head, his eyes looked desperate, "you don’t understand Kiss. Oh god, I wish you did but you don’t. I loved, love you Kiss, I've never forgotten about you, all the years I was away from you was torture. I want to see her, its my right to see my daughter."

I backed away, "your right, it was your right to leave us, but it is not your right to think you can barge into our lives and expect everything to be the way it used to be."
His eyes darkened and he staggered back, I looked away, not wanting to see him like this. He looked so lost, so lonely.

"I understand." I looked at him and I was shocked at the bitter smile in his lips. "I wont bother you anymore, or Mica," he quickly walked to the door and opened it barely looking at me. "Bye Kiss."

I stared at him, completely shocked and numb inside, once again I felt the pain I felt five years ago. I laughed cruelly, he didn’t even put up a fight, he complied… once again. I slowly walked out, and walked all the way to the end of the hallway before falling down on the floor and crying.

Dont you want to know the truth

"Well you MUSTVE talked to him first, huh?"

I raised my head and looked at Paco, nodding, "how did you know he use to call me that? I asked, he was the only one who ever called me Queen."

He shrugged, "our people are meant to know everything that MICHEAL does. Including who he's with at the time and who carries his child."

I stiffened and slowly got up, "what are you talking about?"

He chuckled, "what exactly did you guys talk about, I mean for him to not even tell you what you really need to know?" I noticed how bitter he was, how different he looked, he was wearing a black v-neck shirt, black pants that fitted his legs perfectly and black shoes to match. It was as if he was trying to camouflage himself in a school where you were meant to stand out. Slowly looking at him, trying to find any detail that would explain why I felt so afraid of him at this moment. My eyes widened when I did find it, it was what seemed like a black dagger in his pockets. He smirked, realizing what I was looking at.

"Is there something wrong Kiss?"

I stumbled back, "back away Paco, before I stop being nice", I said, my voice quivering.

"What you don’t trust your own friend?" he said, forwarding.

"Not when that FRIEND has a dagger in his pocket."

He frowned, a look of feigned hurt across his face, "don’t worry Kiss, I won’t hurt you, I just came here to talk, LIKE I said and then you can decide if you want to come with me."

I nodded, thinking that he must be insane if he thought I was going anywhere with him. I looked at him Paco wouldn’t hurt me… right? "Then talk, Paco."

He sat down and patted the burning hard floor next to him I hesistated, looking at it and he gave me the same look that always said, trust me. I breathed and sighed sitting next to him as he began to talk.
"Micheal, me and him, we knew eachother since we were young." My eyes widened as I heard his voice becoming deeper and his hands clenching, "your probably surprised since we both acted like we didn’t know each other, since we acted like we hated each other."

I swallowed my saliva, and looked away, "how did you two meet?"

He chuckled, "that’s what I like about you Kiss, that you always keep a hold of yourself. You never show people what your really feeling, if your surprised? If you don’t believe me you can tell me?

I looked him in his eyes, "its not that I don’t believe you Paco, its just a really big coincidence that we met."

He tightened his fists, "it wasn’t a coincidence, I wanted to meet you, talk to you, ask you if you knew anything about Micheal, Kiss. I wasn’t meant to become your friend, I never knew how much I would like you." He grabbed my hand and turned it around, "as soon as I grab your hand I get these images of you and Micheal. Of Mica, your daughter, I see things that I'm not suppose to see when I grab your hand, Kiss. Like the first time you met Micheal, remember the first time we met, I admittedly laughed. Well when I shook your hand, I saw you pouring milk chocolate on Micheals' shirt and calling him an asshole."
I quickly grabbed my hand away, how was it possible that he knew that, I didn’t tell anyone that, not even Christina?
"I’m different Kiss, as soon as I touch someone I can see their whole life inside my head. When I was little I thought it was my imagination, until I told someone some of my “imaginary thoughts’ and got slapped in the face the following day. I don’t know why it was the following day, maybe it was because she was in a state of a shock. Whatever it was, I didn’t appreciate it, so I ran away from my foster home that day." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "I knew you had been through the same situation with one of your friends. But I guess mine was worse, huh?"

I didn’t say anything, even though I knew he clearly wanted me to. I wanted to call him crazy but I knew I couldn’t do that because deep in my heart, I knew what he was saying was true. I took back his hand, we were both different, we had both endured pain because of what we were capable of. "Is that when you met him, when you ran away?'

He nodded, "yeah, god I loved him so much, he was like a father to me. He took me in, he took care of me, he treated me as if I was his son. I knew we were suppose to meet, I knew he was the one who was always suppose to take care of me, to teach me his ways." I saw the look of love and admiration in Pacos face, the way he closed his eyes as he relished the memory of him and Micheal but I also felt deep sadness and hurt and I felt confused.

"How old were you when you ran away?"

Paco looked at me, his eyes an intense shade of gold, "I was eight years old, Kiss."
"Then how was Micheal like a father to you, he was probably 12 at the time, there's no way he could’ve been the one to take are of you.

"Are you playing me Paco?" I said, once again becoming angry at him, "because I'm leaving if you are," I said, standing up.

He shook his head, standing up too, "no I'm not Kiss, Micheal wasn’t 12 at the time, he was much older then that."

I froze not liking what he was insinuating, "what do you mean Paco, spit it out?"

Paco took my hand, squeezed it and then let it go, looking away he started talking. "Micheal wasn’t 12 at the time, he was 17, the same age he was when you met him at 15."

I looked at him, my eyes stretched to its limit. "What? Ar-are you CRAZY Paco, that’s not possible, have you lost your damn mind." I was about to walk away when he grabbed my hand and turned me back around.

"Look at the facts, Kiss, he never wanted you to wear deodorant, he noticed that you smelled different when you were pregnant because of the chemicals changing in your body, he always knew when you were in front of his house before you even arrived. Didn’t you ever wondered why? You couldn’t have possibly thought it was because you guys had this insane connection, did you?"

I shook my head uncontrollably, not wanting to believe what he was saying as I started feeling unbelievable dizzy. "It's not possible, Paco, its just not possible."

"A lot of things aren’t possible when