I swiveled my chair and flipped the page of my notebook.
The girls and I have scheduled a Skype meeting twenty minutes from now. You could tell how excited I am to talk to them since I've been signed in half an hour ago. The fact that I managed to wait that long is enough to prove how excited I am.
I can't and don't wait long. I just can't. I tend to go all hyper and I kept on checking on what I was waiting for. One time, I had to wait for the first radio play of a song that my favorite band made. I ended up being in the computer for four hours and in the middle of those times, I kept checking on the site I used to listen to the radio since it's an international one. I tried to pull up other tabs of sites but I still kept on clicking on that site. I don't even know why I did that. It's not like there was an indication or warning that would pop-up on the site. I just had to listen.
It's a good thing I love these girls but that love is not enough to stop me from acting and looking like I was bored.
I waited for a few more minutes and the I heard it.
*ping
Wait, it wasn't even 10 am yet. We all agreed that I'd call at 10 am, london time, and they'd call at 6 pm, Philippines time.
I dropped my notebook on the nightstand to check my Skype and I found that a Tristan.Thompson is requesting a call.
Tristan Thompson... Tristan... Tristan?!
That gorgeous dude? That dude I bumped into? He's requesting a call? How did he even get my account?!
I decided to answer him just to ask that question.
A video window appeared and then I was staring at his eyes.
"How did you get my account?"
He sent me a smirk but even if the image is kinda grainy, he's still hot. I dunno how he does that.
"Hello to you too." He deadpanned.
"Hi, so how did you?" He laughed at my 'straightforwardedness'. Don't ask me how I got that word, or words, because I could've added that to my 'wierd dictionary'.
"I got my sources." That's it? Seriously?! I'm getting kinda creeped out. Is he a stalker or something? That would be flattering sure but that is also seriously creepy.
"Please give me a bone here. I'm seriously freaking out." My username isn't even my name.
"Isn't bones for dogs?" Wait, what?
I shook my head at my screen, knowing full well that he can see me. It's a good thing I can see him too or else that would add up to the creepy factor. "Is that your attept at humor? I don't wanna offend you but it's kinda lame."
Most guys would be offended if I said that but surprisingly he isn't. Instead, he was quite amused.
"Do you sass all the people like this or am I just lucky." He thinks I'm sassing him? Nobody's ever accused me of that before.
"Nope" I drew the word out and it ended with a popping sound. "Just you. Guess you're special." When his smirk turned into a full on grin, I realized my mistake. I bet he gets that a lot. Even though what I meant was completely sarcastic, he took that as a compliment. Gosh, I bet that was good for his ego.
Not.
Guessing from how he's acting, his ego is the size of a large state. That was a complete cliche right? A completely gorgeous dude that has the ego with the size of a state ended up pestering a completely plain and unamussing sassy girl. That's like a teen fiction novel waiting to happen.
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The One That Got Away
TienerfictieThings weren't ordinary this summer for an ordinary girl like Dru. Her normaly uneventful summer turned into something she won't forget the instant she stepped on the cruise ship and met Tristan. She's certain there's something he's hiding though. C...