“What’s with the glum?” Mom asked when she saw me in the kitchen when I was about to get some water in the fridge.
I sighed and gave her a weak smile. “I am tired, Mom,” I replied.
I am tired of thinking of Xavion. I am tired of thinking of his words. I am tired of trying to control the beating of my heart whenever he is around. I am tired of thinking of what is this I am feeling for him. Ever since that day that he kissed me, I feel like I don’t even understand myself anymore.
This is just too annoying. And the worst thing is, I couldn’t even go and tell my mother about it because she would most definitely scold me. I know she has been waiting for me to experience to be in a relationship but I doubt knowing that I just had my first kiss with someone who is not my boyfriend is going
