Lianna Camp's point of view
"Parker."
We are playing softball because of the Physical Education class today.
I forgot to bring clothes, turns out Dylan also tampered with my locker.
Instead, he bought me a dress with Archie.
They fucking bought me a violet dress that stops half my lap.
After Kristen and I changed clothes at the shower room a guy who claimed his name was Parker came up to us.
"Driver." I laughed while shaking his hands, realizing that it was held to me.
Is it wrong to make fun of someone's name?
It's just so funny! I just find it so hilarious, I don't know why.
"Nice to meet you." He just smiled as if he was believing that Driver is really my name. "Lianna Camp."
Hey, Guess what?! He knows my name.
"Let me guess." I told him. "I know you knew me because of Dylan." I rolled my eyes.
It's always been like that.
I was neve known for Lianna. I was known for the nerd who stood up for herself.
Or maybe, The girl who had guts.
"I met you before." He said, with a hint of flirting. "I just recognized you now." He crossed his arms before his chest.
"As far as I remember--" I trailed off when I ralized his eyes weren't on mine.
He was scanning me from toe to head and when he realized that I stopped, He stopped as well.
"I've never met a boy named Parker." I told him honestly.
Because if I had, I'd never forget him because of his dorky name.
"That's just because my name isn't really Parker." He smirked at me.
"Hmmm." I pretended that I was thinking. "You know what? I actually, Actually--"
I hate it when they liked me after I take my eyeglasses off but never really gave a shit on me when I had it on.
"Actually don't care." I rolled my eyes again.
Well, Who the heck would?
"We met in your dad's office."
My feet automatically stopped upon the mention of my dad.
What the heck?
I turned around to see him standing still.
"Your dad personally introduced me to you, remember?" He gave me a warm smile.
"My dad?" I asked in confusion.
I almost didn't believed him, but when I remembered going to my dad's office, It left me in confusion.
"Henry Camp?" He pretended that he was not amused as me, but he gave it all up with a smirk.
"Just tell what your name is." I rolled my eyes again.
He kept saying it, It pisses me off.
"You sure you don't remember me?" He smirked.
"If I remember you, Then I wouldn't ask you by now." I looked away.
"That was just months ago. You--" "Just tell me."
"Andrew Nicholas White." He smiled at me.
I looked at him confusedly.
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Dorkily Ever After
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