Her name was LynZ

I looked at him from a crossed the room, I clutched my leather gloves and bit my lip. I knew he could tell I was staring at him I just never thought he would actually get up to approach me.

"You're Lindsey right?" Waving his finger in the air mimicking the letters of my name. "L- y-n-Z, actually but yes. And you're Ryan" I tried to look mysterious and sexy leaning forward into a slouch as I said it, although I don't think it worked. My long black hair, that really needed to be re-dyed with my brown roots coming in, fell awkwardly in my face.

"Riiight.. So it intrigues my interest that I have you biting your lip from the other side of the room." He put his hands on the edge of the table, nearly spilling my tea but I moved it before anything embarrassing would happen.

It took long enough to get him to notice me, now it's just him and I in the cafe late on this Friday night..

-1 MONTH EARLIER-

"Lynz ! I need you to come down here or we're going to be late !"

"Okay okay! Coming." I headed down the stairs. Running down in a blue long skirt and a white blouse I jumped over the third step, that one always seemed to squeak and bother me.

"We're in the car!" I heard being yelled by my severely impatient mother from the kitchen, followed by the front door slamming.

I took one last look in the hallway mirror and felt horrid. This girly getup I force myself to play dress up in everyday has everyone fooled.

You see I figured it out a couple years ago after smoking a couple spliffs: If people take you as the partying, drinking, and smoking type then the people you don't want to know, are more likely to find out. Although if they don't, the weed they find, which they never do, is more likely to be my older brothers by assumption.

I finally got in the car and my mom hastily pulled out of the driveway.

"Your father is going to be livid with me once I get you to his house"

"Mom we aren't even 10 minutes late.. And further more you don't even need to talk to him. I'm just going inside."

I protested back.

"Actually Lynz I do need to talk to him, I have to give him Marks painkiller prescription."

"Mark is an idiot for trying to ollie a 8 stair on that shitty board of his.. He's gonna end up breaking more than his ankles one day. Mom I didn't get the idiot genes in the family, right?"

"You're my smartest kid.. I mean I only have 2 and yet you've never done drugs or failed or even gotten in any sort of trouble. So I doubt you got any of your fathers genes."

I just stared out the window of the car grinning and holding back quiet laughter.. I just wanted to reply to her with "yeahh never done drugs, got in trouble, and I totally don't hack the schools computer and change my grades.. Riight!"

That would contradict my whole image though, or at least the one I put out there.

When my mom pulled up in my dads driveway I couldn't wait to leave this uptight cunts car.

"Bye" I yelled and grabbed my shit. I ran up the front steps and right through the door giving my dad a hug. He had seen me pull up. "How's my girl?" He said with a smile on his face. "Good dude, where's Mark?" I said, giving him a fist pound.

"His room, he got both casts off yesterday."

"Yeah? Oh and beware bitchzilla is bringing you his prescriptions any minute."