Post by ♠Sam on Dec 19, 2009 21:22:54 GMT -8
Lola Luxembourg Rogers found herself in geometry imagining Lukas's soft lips back in Paris. Lukas was a sophomore in high school and Lola was in eighth grade but age didn't matter for them. She fell madly in love with Lukas in the short time she was in France and never regretted stealing a red beret with a few stitches on it that said crush on it. Lola could almost feel his soft brown hair... "Miss Rogers!" Mr. Brown, her geometry teacher hit a ruler against her desk and stared at her in the eye. "What are you doing, puckering your lips like a fish?" He scoffed at her. She stared up at him, with wide eyes and sighed. "Oh, Mr. Brown," she began, thinking of a lie. "Have you ever compared geometry to a sweet piece of chocolate cake? It's often hard to cut, or open the box, but after you begin eating it, or in this case, solving an equati--" "Lola, I don't wanna hear it. You've been creating excuses ever since September first so don't come up with another lie." He grunted. Lola sighed, returning to her Lukas thoughts.
