He was the perfect gentleman, always opening the door for me, sticking to my side like glue. He was reliable, a brilliant tutor, teaching anything I didn’t understand. He supported me with whatever I did, offering suggestions. He was also really funny, a comedian, who possessed just enough immaturity to say the hilarious jokes instead of the polite, reserved ones. “My point is that I push you away, and I don’t even realize what I’m doing until…” I trailed off. “Hi, you look beautiful.
” he said. “Wipe it away.” A voice whispered. I turned to face Dex, his voice tinged with concern, although his face was blank.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he quickly cut me off, saying. “You never let the audience know how you’re really feeling. Pretend you’re a whiteboard.
You may have feelings and emotions that are flowing through you like a tornado, so powerful that you believe you can’t stop, but as soon as you see an audience, wipe the board clean and show no emotion, and just a single smile will do after that.” He grinned.
“Never forget that, and you’ll be a good star.” She shocked me, stunned me by making those stormy eyes leak tears on my account. They looked like clouds that were despertly trying to snow. It hurt to see her like that. I didn’t care why it hurt me, I just hated that it did. All this girl has done since meeting me is tourchure me in more ways than one. Physically it had taken a huge toll on me and sexually I couldn’t get her out my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I would picture her tiny figure with the slight curves, her grey never ending saucer plates that she called eyes, her slightly tinted swollen lips and her long wavy hair. I hated her for tourchuring me everyway possible, but I couldn’t let her cry. Gabriel stared after and looked over at Micheal and Brad as they walked in through the front door, “I told you not to tell her.” He said to them as he sat on the couch with a bit of a defeated look on his face. Yeah, something he could be really sweet and caring, but something he just so –