Today is the first day of Senior year. I know... I should be thinking about party's, friends, and getting into a good college.
But to be honest... Zachary Blaine is on my mind.
Rumor has it, Zachary will be attending the town's school again. Really... I doubt this is a good thing.
Why? Well, Little Stream High sure doesn't need anymore drama, or even the confusing flash-backs this will cause Zachary...
Its just not a good idea.
Thousands of scenarios run threw my head, as I attempt to create a cute outfit.
Make up? Who needs it? I do...
So I quickly put on some blush on my light tanned face and eye makeup, as I rush around my room, trying to get everything organised in my backpack.
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My heart beats faster and faster as I find myself in my car, on my way to school.
But because I'm the world's best procrastinator... I stoped to get some coffee. I know... So tippical.
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As I drive into the parking lot, I noticed I wasn't the only senior with the idea of a nice cup of Jo... So I decided to go threw the drive thru.
I ordered my favorite, cookie dough flavored frappuccino, and drove up to the receiving window.
A young guy opened it, greeting me with a smile. I'm not going to lie... He was very attractive.
As I was daydreaming about how great he looked... He said, "That will be $3.28, please."
Stupidly, I unintentionally replied, "That's attractive..." As I gazed at his flawless face. 'Dang, he has better skin then me...' I thought to myself, forgetting what I had just muttered under my breath.
He asked, "What?" His smile fading as he looked confused... Or maybe disturbed...
"Oh nothing, hahaha, I just said 'That's affordable!' that's all." I quickly answered him with a nervous chuckle, feeling so embarrassed that I wasn't breathing anymore.
He studied my face as he handed me my drink. And I turn red, knowing that I had just messed up any improbable friendship we may of had. You must think I'm Guy-Crazy... But no! That's more like my good friend Brooke. She's been trying to get me a boyfriend ever since Zacharys been, somewhat, out of the picture. But I made a promise, one that she doesn't know about.
As I reached for my drink I noticed, behind the attractive guy was a hot guy at the counter ordering his drink.
Oh my god... Its him!
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