School goes by so freaking slow after lunch. I'm actually excited for the party tonight. I'm not really a party person like kiera is, she has always been the louder more exciting friend between the two of us. Kiera is so fun to be around and is really popular but she would never act like those spoiled cheerleaders.
I'm in my last class just staring off into space. History is the only class I don't have with kiera, which makes this class more boring than it already is.
"Miranda" I heard someone call my name, bringing me back to reality.
"Miranda". I heard my name again. It's my history teacher, Mrs. Johnson.
"Present." I say, not knowing what I am talking about.
"Present is not where George Washington was born Miranda." She raised her eyebrows. "Would you like another chance to answer the question?"
"Ummm?" Was all i can say. The whole class was staring at me. five seconds felt like five hours. "Um, George Washington was born..." the bell rings. Thank goodness, saved by the bell, literally. Mrs.Johnson gave me a nasty stare, it was kind of awkward, but she does that to everyone.
I grab my stuff, turn and head towards the door. Right as I stepped one foot out of the door I get knocked over. Again. Seriously? What's up with me getting knocked over today?
"Miranda, i'm so sorry." Said a familiar deep voice.
As i got back up I notice I was staring at some guy's shoulder, so I lift my head to see his face. Harry was staring straight down into my eyes with his deep brown chocolate eyes that could melt me. I'm amazed how tall he is, no wonder he's a football player. How did I not notice this earlier?
"Harry?" I sounded to surprised. "No, no, it's ok, im the one who should be paying more attention." I said as i reached down to grab my pencil. As i stood back up I noticed that Harry had a piece of paper in his hand.
"Um I don't think that's mine." I said certain that I only dropped my pencil.
"Yea I know." He smiled. "I need your number so I can call you later to tell you when and where my party is."
"You can just tell me now. i have a good memory." Total lies. My memory is like a gold fish's memory.
"But that ruins my chance to get your number." I blushed. He smiled. Ugh Why do i blush so much? I hate how people can see my cheeks turn red or pink.
"You blush a lot huh?" He touched my cheek with his soft, strong fingers. Fudge. He notices. "I personally think it's cute though."
"Really?" I bit down on my lower lip and blush even more. "Because I hate when I blush."
"Yea. And I like how your not that talkative like all the other girls I meet, I don't even get a chance to say a word." He looked down to my hoody and tugged on the string. "And I like how you can pull off a hoody. You actually make it look sexy. All those cheerleaders do is wear tight clothes that show off to much of their ta-ta's, it's nasty and it makes them look like hookers." Did he just call me sexy? Did he just call the cheerleaders hookers?
I guess his girlfriend isn't a cheerleader then. Does he have a girlfriend? I wonder.
I look down trying to hide my embaressment for some reason, but he lifts my chin to look into my eyes again. Still keeping his eyes on mine, he tucks a piece of my hair that had fallen out of my loose bun behind my ear.
"How about that number of yours?" He asked with his bright smile. Oh how i love that smile.
I reach for the paper in his hand and take out my pencil. I can't believe he wants my number, nobody wants my number, well besides kiera.
"Thanks, Miranda. I'll call you after football practice." He said while tucking the folded paper into his jean pocket.
"Okay."
"Bye Miranda, see ya later." He smiles while he's about to turn around and walk away.
"Bye Harry." I say also smiling.
