She doesn’t like me. I thought over and over in my head.
As Garrett pulled in for another kiss, I resisted.

“What’s wrong?”
“You seriously don’t know?”
A look of recognition passed his face for a moment.

“Aww, c’mon she’s just—”
“Your mother,” I finished.
She doesn’t like me, nobody does. Except for you. I though, wanting to tell him so badly.

“Does it matter what my mother thinks?”
I shook my head sheepishly. “I guess not.” I finally admitted.
“Good,” he said in a low voice.

Then he kissed me, again, only this time, it felt wrong, something didn’t feel right.
Why can’t she just like me?

It must me the lip ring, and stud in my nose. Atleast she didn’t see my tattoo.