Stella Martins had always been so sure about what she wants in life... until she met Chase Johnson. What If... she started to fall for him? What If... he's always showing her signs that he likes her more than she thinks? What If... he actually felt...
History class - I don't know if I should be excited or not but I have this weird feeling that I am and I don't even know why. I stopped by my locker to get my notebook and walked to class. I hurriedly went to class and like the careless girl that I always am, bumped into a tall stranger. I looked up and found out that it was no stranger at all. It was Chase, standing by the door and looking like he was waiting for someone.
"Hey Ella! What's with the rush?" He smiled.
"Hi CJ. Well, lets' just say that I thought that I was already running late so I had to hurry back. Only to find out that the class doesn't start within 10 minutes. Sucks for me." I pouted.
"The early bird always catches the worm first." he smiled, and then patted my head like I'm a kid.
"Anyway, could you please not block my way now? I need to sit down."
"Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, may I?" He smiled.
"Umm, no, thanks CJ. I'd still like to have my head on for the next couple hours, days months, and years, so yeah. Maybe next time?" I smiled.
"Okay." He half smiled.
I think that Chase was a bit offended by what I just said but I made my point though; I'd still like to 'live longer'. But if he kept on tagging along and being nice to me, then I doubt I would be able to last a week in this University. So I sat at the back side of the room, my usual spot, then Chase tagged along and sat beside me, again. I put on my earphones and started listening to OneRepublic.
"Chase!" a girl said in a high tone, which was utterly unpleasant for my ears.
"Rachel, what's up?" Chase said in a monotone.
"Oh nothing, I was just passing by to say hi. Anyway, who's this? Is she your new friend?" Rachel said with a flirty tone in her voice.
"Ahh, this is Stella Martins. She's new here and yes, she's my friend. Stella, this is Rachel McDermot." Chase tapped my shoulder and gestured me to where Rachel is standing and introduced us to each other.
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I looked up to see a girl in a hot pink top, white mini skirt, long socks and a pair of pink Chuck Taylors. She wore make-up, red lipstick and she had a long blonde hair. The casual type, I might say and most boys would prefer her as 'hot' but for me she was just another living Barbie doll. I know these kinds of girls, she may look hot, pretty, and nice on the outside, but I still doubt what she really is on the inside. I could really tell that she's a mean girl, another school bitch I presume. I know it was really judgmental of me but from what I saw earlier, how she glared at me the moment Chase sat beside me this morning; I doubt that I am wrong. And her face seemed familiar too. She was the one who shouted at me for being careless at the gym and even called me a 'bitch'. Well yeah, maybe I'm a bitch but she's bitchier than I am. So I did the best that I could and tried to be nice to her. I smiled back and locked away the mean part of me.
