Chapter 6 - Don't want it, don't need it
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Chapter 6 - Don't want it, don't need it
Chapter 6 - Don't want it, don't need it
No, don’t give me a boyfriend who will lend me his sweatshirt when I am cold. He'll freeze his @$$ off.
And don’t give me a boy who wants to pay for the things I want. I have my own money.
Whoever he is, he better not call me at four in the morning to tell me he misses me. I'm asleep, and he probably wants to be too.
I have no desire to be called his "baby." God forbid he treats me like one, I'm 17.
Please, I don't want him to always hold my hand. It's mine and if I want to keep it in my pocket, then I will.
For heaven sakes, don't offer me your fairy-tale boyfriend who will sweep me off my feet. What if he drops me?
I sure hope he knows that he doesn't need to unbutton my shirt to better see my heart. For his safety, I pray he respects that.
Just because I am a girl, I'm not going to make him a "sandwich" and stay in the "kitchen." If he's a smart @$$, I was born with a strong hand for a reason.
Let me tell you this: I don’t like it when he is always there. Around every corner; waiting for me. That's a little creepy.
Make sure he knows that carrying around my books and things is a little offensive. Do I look like I can’t handle them myself? It's sweet, but I have two arms and legs, I can do it myself.
Just give me a boy who loves me for me, including every mistake and scar.
And don’t give me a boy who wants to pay for the things I want. I have my own money.
Whoever he is, he better not call me at four in the morning to tell me he misses me. I'm asleep, and he probably wants to be too.
I have no desire to be called his "baby." God forbid he treats me like one, I'm 17.
Please, I don't want him to always hold my hand. It's mine and if I want to keep it in my pocket, then I will.
For heaven sakes, don't offer me your fairy-tale boyfriend who will sweep me off my feet. What if he drops me?
I sure hope he knows that he doesn't need to unbutton my shirt to better see my heart. For his safety, I pray he respects that.
Just because I am a girl, I'm not going to make him a "sandwich" and stay in the "kitchen." If he's a smart @$$, I was born with a strong hand for a reason.
Let me tell you this: I don’t like it when he is always there. Around every corner; waiting for me. That's a little creepy.
Make sure he knows that carrying around my books and things is a little offensive. Do I look like I can’t handle them myself? It's sweet, but I have two arms and legs, I can do it myself.
Just give me a boy who loves me for me, including every mistake and scar.
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