Flipped // DNF

Chapter Two

The first day I met Clay, I flipped. It was those eyes. Something in those dazzling eyes.

His family had just moved into the neighborhood, and I had gone to help them. I'd been in the van all of two minutes until his dad sent him off to help his mom. I could see he didn't want to go, so I chased after him to see if we could play a little before he got trapped inside. The next thing I know, he's holding my hand and looking right into my eyes. My heart stopped. Was this it? Would this be my first kiss? But then his mother came out. He was so embarrassed. His cheeks turned completely red.

I went to bed that night thinking of the kiss that might've been. I mean, it was clear he had feelings for me, but he was just too shy to show them. My mother said boys were like that. I decided to help Clay out. I would give him plenty of opportunities to get over his shyness.

By the tenth grade, I learned to control myself. Then, Rebecca entered the picture. Rebecca was nothing but a whiny, gossipy, backstabbing flirt. All hair and no substance. And there she was, holding hands with Clay. My Clay. The one who was walking around with my first kiss. My solution was to ignore her. I knew a boy of Clay's caliber would eventually see through a shallow conniver like Rebecca.

It took all of a week. They broke up at recess. She didn't take it well.

Now that Clay was out of Minx's evil clutches, he started being nicer to me. He was so shy, and so cute. And his hair, it smelled like watermelon. I couldn't get enough of it. I spent the whole year secretly sniffing watermelon, and wondering if I was ever going to get my kiss.