A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

...... i mean like like him

How could a nice person like Kwai Marsh Brown be friends with Brooklyn Beckham. He was perfect for my master plan of sleeping around the continents. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean, ALL the continents IS a little dramatic, because I had already done them all! (The Provinces and Territories were next)

Seriously, he was nice and comforting, and our ship name sounded right: Kwaire. It almost rolled off the tongue, and his dark curly brown hair... I wanted to stroke it...

No! Getcha head in the game (Ha! High School Musical Reference!). He was a guy, and it was purely physical. I'd charm him with my good looks and talents and then, you know. I shook myself out of thought, Kwaire was walking towards me... Shit! I mean Kwai!

He handed me my strawberries and crème non fat soy milk Frappicino with marshmallow whip cream. Hey, he offered to buy!

"Here, sorry it took I while to make yours." He said while he drank coffee. "Is there no FUCKING soy milk in this!" I screamed then laughed at my hilarious joke, but realized that Kwai wasn't laughing. "Bloody Americans." He muttered. "Actually, I'm Canadian." I replied quickly and rolled my eyes. Guys TOTALLY love the spunk, I was reeling him in like a fish.

"Well, I'd better be heading off. You seem to be feeling better, and I have to walk home with Abby..." He said disappointed. "No!!! You can't leave! I mean... I'm soooo said from rejection." I said and fell into his lap.

Abby, Brooklyn's now ex girlfriend, walked over to join us on the curb.
"Hey? Are you THE Abby Smyth? As in from Toronto? Camp Wanakida? High school musical?" I questioned. "I don't think so." She said blankly. "Seriously, Abby, it's Claire, Claire Wardes. We went to school in Toronto together? Glen Amasens? Ring any bells?"

She took awhile, but after a few more memories, "OMG! YOU'RE Claire Wardes! I'm soooooo sorry I didn't recognize you... If I had only known! You were still kinda trying to steal my boyfriend..." She reached over for a hug. "Hey! You're in luck! Julia, Laura, Geneva, Emilie, Lucas until he ran off to Paris with Olga," she looked at me puzzled, "don't ask, and Kyra at at the Starbucks. Over there!" I pointed.

I realized that they were looking the whole time and all turned away quickly looking at their nails, or stirring their drinks and ...Kyra laughed at a bird.

Abby and I ran over and caught up with each other, you know, gossip, friends, Lucas and the supermodel, the usual.

I looked back at Kwai who was looking at us, in particular, me! I stared back defiantly, maybe for a whole ten seconds. Frick! His eyes were amazing to look in to. As my great friends in Canada Ross and Henry say, Do you have a map? Cause I got lost in your eyes.

But I have to focus! I can't fall in love again, not after what happened... All I could handle right now were some sweaty nights.

And I can't, absolutely can't fall in love (such a cliché) with Kwaire, I mean Kwai dammit!!!