The Muslim, My Muslim HE, yes HE was perfect. He came in with a ditty smile, instant swag. Speaker of russian, German, Spanish, and improving on English. The six foot guy. We were put together by force, I was appointed to help him in school and in his English, because I was the only one who could "handle" it. He was amazing, the thing that got me was his voice, anyone could feel it around them, I felt it under me. He was Muslim and from Jordan. He was my perfect. We laughed and talked even though we were supposed to work, but they couldn't stop us, he 'needed' help(: we sat together in science, in the corner behind everyone. This is where we could feel each other. His arm would touch mine and I would get chills. His hand would fall and I could feel it through my jeans, he was warm. That's when the teachers got nervous, so the put him with a guy for a week, but we were willing to do anything to get close, we talked and since we are stupid we made a plan. We let our grades drop, which explains my strait C's second nine weeks. And then we were together. Back to A's. Back in our corner still to this day. But now, Am i Bisexual? I have kissed both girls and guys. I have done worse with girls because that is who I am really. I do this so my family doesn't kick me out, so I am not dis-owned at 14. I feel forced to love him, but the only time I enjoy it is when his lips touch mine, when I am pulled into his lap, and I loose myself when his tongue slides between my lips. If only this was who i was. *P.S. My Muslim is sexy as hell!!