Sticks and Stones [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter One: Im A Klutz

A/N Hey guys! I hope you all like this new story I'm writing, Its a very interesting idea and I'm excited to write it. Oh and before I forget, this is not a fan fiction ,but the actor I have set as the main guy is Alan Ritchson. If you don't know who that is, go look him up NOW!! Now, without further ado, Sticks And Stones
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Nicole's p.o.v.: They say, that when you get little scrapes or bruises, your soulmate gets the exact same one. That's why you look sometimes and notice scrapes and bruises that you don't even remember getting. Well, in short, my soulmate must really hate me! I'm a klutz. To say the least. My names Nicole Williams and I'm 16 years old. As you can imagine, life as a sixteen year old can be pretty rough. Going through high-school and all. I do theater and so, I usually come home from practice with all kinds of bruises and cuts. So, if this whole legend thing is true, my soulmate must think, 'really? You fell down again?' Anyways, I really don't know why, but I just was sitting in my bed, watching the ceiling fan turn and I just started thinking about it. I turn over and look at the clock. Great, its 6:00 a.m.. Well, I've been awake since 4 and I fell asleep at 1 so I got three hours of sleep. Great. I get up out of bed and pick out and outfit for today. I look at my collection of math pun t-shirts and then, I see it. A galaxy print sweat-shirt! Perfect. (A/N if you want to see the outfit, I attached a picture of it) I grab a pair of white jeans out of my drawer and slide the outfit on. I grab my dark blue Doc Martin boots and some socks and put those on as well. Just as I'm about to head to the bathroom to do my hair and stuff, I get a notification on my phone. Its from FaceBook and it Reads, 'Alan Royce has accepted your friend request' Oh. My. God. No freaking way! I smile and open Pandora, and instantly, like fate, "Kissing You" by Miranda Cosgrove comes on. I love this song! I turn up the volume and walk into my bathroom. I grab a brush and a hair tie and begin working on my mess of hair. I brush it and pull my brunette hair back into a messy bun. Then, I grab my makeup bag and apply my eyeliner, then some purple shadow to make my brown eyes pop. Perfect. I may be a nerd, but I know how to dress. That doesn't mean I'm popular by any means though. Oh, and that guy from FaceBook earlier? Yeah, that's Alan Royce. A.K.A. the most popular guy in school. He also happens to be my crush since the Seventh Grade. He's the quarterback on the football team and he still finds time to do showchoir. All while keeping his social status high. He's actually pretty amazing. I shake the thought of him out of my head and grab my ray-bands and my car keys. I walk down the stairs and kiss my mom on the cheek and tell her bye before walking out the door to my burgundy jeep wrangler. Ah, I love my car! I jump in and start the engine, slipping on my sunglasses and head to school. How could noone like me right? Wrong.