NYU, my college, was the one thing keeping me from quitting life. Without my father I was nothing. He was the sunshine of my day and more than half my heart was him.
But, I had to go on. I promised. And I will keep my promise forever. I will be a writer like him and will follow his footsteps, to possibly finish what he started.
My thoughts were blocked out my the high pitched squeal of my best friend, Hailee.
"Katherine! Where have you been, its almost 2pm!"
As soon as the words leave her lips I realize that I've been sitting here for a half our and missed English.
"Shit! Okay, let's get out of here." I say in an equally high pitched voice.
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We were headed to Open Literature now, we had this class together thankfully. I say thankfully because I would never be able to do work without staring at a guy there. Ashton I think it was? Anyway, he was hot, and I mean it. His smile was completely contagious. And one time, he smiled at me. I melted a little.
"Umm are you ok there, Katherine?" I was snapped out of my thoughts once again, but I was staring at Ashton the whole time.
I blushed from embarrassment.
"Hi, sorry! Just a little out of it today is all." I mentally slapped myself in the face. God I was so dumb.
But I thought for a moment. He called me Katherine! He knew my name! I squealed inside my head. A large grin plastered on my face.
"Oh, okay. You sure your alright?"
he asked quietly. Now he thinks I'm sick or something.
"Yeah I'm good. Thanks though." I said quick. That was the most awkward thing ever. And while this all was happening, Hailee was watching contently with a wide grin. "Okay, so you too are so cute. You said you had a crush on him right?" She said nosily.
"Yes. And don't go saying anything. Its not a big deal, okay?" I said obviously annoyed.
"Fine! But I ship it!" She said under her breath. I caught it but chose not to say anything.
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The trip back to my car off campus was long, but it gave me time to think. How can I like him, I don't even know him! But that's what dates are for. My conscience mocks. I wish I could slap her sometimes.
But a date isn't an off idea. He is adorable, but maybe he'll say no or said he's busy. I hated these thoughts. Why should I get so worked up over a boy? Just a boy, I tell myself, just a boy.
But like always, my heart is the thing I listen to. My heart needs someone. Why not him, right? He's cute and charming, kind to me. That's something I love in a boy, romance. That's it, I'm asking him to coffee tomorrow. A date.
Authors note: new book!
Hey guys, its me. This is my first book and I hope you like it. This is quite short, but I hope you like this first part!
xxx -katmunz
