Kesha’s POV

He kissed me and I pulled away. "What was that for?" I asked. "Kesha I love you" he said. "Sebastian I told you, you cannot love me. this relationship was based on convenience" I reminded him. I turned to go to my room when he stopped me. "Don't you get it, I don't want convenience, I want time, I want you to love me. I want you Kesha" He said and I sighed. "I am sorry" I said. "Kesha please do not do this. Please do not leave like this" he said and pulled my hand again. I shook his hand off and turned to leave.

 Purpose, what is that? A defined reason for walking and living on earth but as I walk through the hallway with my bag, I wondered what my purpose was. Everyone made it feel like I was only a pretty face and a pretty body and I've accepted that. But was that my only purpose in life

 "Hey Lily" someone said interrupting my thoughts and walking beside me to my locker. "Hey Shawn" I said and opened my locker