Skipping out of the change rooms I ran into something hard. "Oh my goodness, I've got to stop running into you." I said holding my head.
"So you admit it, you did run into me." He seemed to have gone back to his usual self. I started to blush. "Uh um, excuse me." I started walking away but he grabbed my arm gently but still with force. He looked down at me with his green eyes, his beautiful brown locks pushed back effortlessly.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours, drops of water falling onto his red lips.
I stare at them for a split second until finally my brain kicks in, snap out of it Melissa. River seems to contain himself at the same time too.
"Um, you know you're not that bad." He said with what looked like a genuine smile and for a split second I thought I saw a flicker of something unknown in his eyes and in that split second my whole image of him started to diminish.
That was until his smile was replaced with his trademark smirk that in the short amount of time I've known him; I know all too well.
"For a girl," I didn't bother responding to his sexist comment; I just rolled my eyes and walked away. Luckily he didn't follow me, for some reason as I started my walk home I had this unknown feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Before my brain could over think anything and everything, I quickly shutdown any 'romantic' leads and assured myself that it's just because I love playing soccer.
When I finally got home, I opened the front door I yelled out to my parents which just seemed to be a daily routine. Not hearing any responses I made my way to the kitchen to get a snack, only to find a message on the answering machine.
It said; 'hey Melissa we've gone on a business trip to Europe for a few months we'll be back as soon as we can. There's money on the card for food and everything, one of our neighbours son will be staying with you and you can use the car. Okay bye, we won't be able to talk much but we will be checking in every now and again.'
And with that my mother's posh voice stopped, no 'love you' or anything; not that I didn't expect it. I guess there business is going well I think, but a part of me knows that it's nothing different from their other trips and it probably could have been done over the phone. All I can think is, ditched; I've been ditched once again.
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Typical Teenager
Chick-Lit~Melissa Harrington is an ordinary girl, so they think. She comes across as a shy mainstream sort of girl, what they don't expect is for her to have an attitude, she also has an opinion and although her lack of fashion indicates that she's a 'tomboy...
