Misbehaved

by Charleigh Rose

Every girl wants to be good until a bad boy whisks her off her feet and corrupts her.

I’ve realized that sometimes we’re blind to the truth when it comes to the people whom we love most. It’s our heart’s way of protecting itself.

It gives me time to make myself comfortable in my new domain. The one I will reign, if only for a few days. The one where I will make him my king.

“I’m going to hell for this,” he says. “I’ll follow you down.”

“We dance around the ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

I’m the violence in the pouring rain. I’m a hurricane.

“When you’re ready, it’ll happen. There’s a lot to look forward to in life, even if it doesn’t seem that way right now. Always remember that, hmm?”

I fell in love with a girl who felt like a woman and made me feel like a man instead of a ghost. I fell in love, at the beginning with an idea, in the middle with her curves, and in the end, with the whole package. I fell in love with my student, and now I am standing here, asking her to sin. Asking her to do the thing I would argue against and frown upon. Asking her to love me back.

This is love, I think bitterly. It pulls you in; it freaks you out. It outweighs whatever logical ideas and rational plans you make.

There is no right or wrong in this world. No black and white. Remington and I live in the gray area. Logic is pointless. Gut feeling is dangerous. The only way to know whether you did the right or wrong thing is to ride it out and see it to the end.