He steps back from me until there is enough room between us for a car to pass. I can't tell what he's thinking exactly, but I know that he doesn't want to be near me anymore; I'm sure of that much. His apparent rejection hurts me, but I'm more concerned about what he will say next if he's ever going to speak to me again.
What was I thinking? Did I go around kissing guys on their chest now? I've never been this bold or rebellious before. All I know is that this invisible pull between us is causing me to act this crazy. I'm shaking with nervousness as I wait for him to say something. His eyes are growing darker by the second, and I know that I should be afraid, but all I feel now is worry. I continue to watch him cautiously, and he turns around to face the woods; it seems like he's trying n
