Accidentally on Purpose

{One} He is Nate Lawrence

Chapter One

He is Nate Lawrence

Do you get that feeling of annoyance towards your appearance on a rushed hangout with the family? Because I definitely am feeling that right now.

Today is Sunday and we just went to church this morning. Yep, I’m Catholic Christian. By then, I wore a simple green shirt, denim pants, and Toms. Now, I am frustrated as I search through my not-so-many outdoor and to-go clothes in my cabinet for something to wear.

“Clary, what’s taking you so long?” my mom asked, knocking on my door.

“Just... five minutes, mom! I’ll be down there in seven!” I yelled back. I’m not so good in making a statement, am I?

                I finally stepped in front of my cabinet and did what a child would.

Closing my eyes, I started, “Eenie, meenie, minie, mo! What would I wear right now? Is it this one or this? So I’ll wear this, then!” I sang and opened my eyes as my hand stopped at a hanger. When I pulled it from its rack in the cabinet, I decided to wear it.

Five to seven minutes, Clary. That’s what you’ve got.

 

I looked one last time in my full-bodied mirror. I was wearing a green plaid top, dark blue skinny jeans, and low-cut lime green Converse. Not the most fashionable statement, huh? I put on a light eye shadow and lip gloss, nothing more. To finish the look, I tied my hair in a side pony. I actually look good. That, except for the footwear thing.

Grabbing my black and white body bag from my table, I went out of my room. I’m ready to go.

“So where do you want to go? Me and your dad are gonna head off to the grocery,” mom asked me as we entered the mall. I am so grateful; for the aircon. Aahhh...

“To the department store,” I told her.

“Don’t spend too much.” Mom reminded me, making their way to the grocery.

“I won’t!” I called back, stepping onto the escalator. The number of people in the mall, as I have noticed while on the escalator, was average. Not too many, though nonetheless considered few.

                When I reached the second floor I hopped out of the escalator, going to the right where the department store exactly is. I walked right into it after the lady guard checked my bag. While walking I kept looking around, and suddenly stopped on my tracks upon realizing something;

What am I here for?

I could’ve just went to the bookstore and buy a book or the new issue of Seventeen magazine/ Or to the music store in the ground floor and pre-order an album.

Now what am I here for?

                Suddenly I caught sight of the Converse shoes section. I looked down on my own shoes and when I looked back up, my expression brightened. I know exactly what to do. Or perhaps, what to buy. Or- ugh!

Whatever.

“Good afternoon, ma’am! We’re currently on a 30 percent limited discount. Try to buy in our shoes, please.” The saleslady in the Converse section warmly said, though a tired smile on her face. Maybe not much people are buying shoes today. I mean, really. Mall staff rarely said ‘please’.

She was blonde, petite if not for those heels, and well, the definition of average pretty. Unlike me, I’m no ‘average pretty’ or ‘drop dead gorgeous’. I’m just, well, me. Plain, average, sometimes dull and too casual. Erase the third definition for this day.

“Uh, miss, do you have high-cut canvas shoes on discount too?” I asked.

She beamed. Someone finally decided to stop by! ; she must’ve thought. “Yes we do, ma’am. We have all our shoes on discount today.”

I smiled. “Oh, nice. So uh, what color do you have available?”

She motioned to a row of shoes beside her. “See for yourself.”

                I stepped in front of the shoe rack and did see for myself. There were about eight colors and designs: lime green (no, not again), red, pink, violet, sky, a silver one with small stars pattern, a white one with zebra prints on one side, and a black one with a skull design on the back. I think the last one’s pretty boyish, huh?

I grabbed the white one, holding it in front of the saleslady. “Do you have a size 8 for this?”

Just as I asked that, a male voice interrupted from behind her.

“Melissa, do you have the shoes I asked about?”

The saleslady – Melissa? – spun around after motioning for me to wait. Melissa doesn’t seem very tall. But with those heels that are probably 6-inch high, all I can see of the ‘interrupter’ is his hair. It was messy in a good way and blond.

“... wait.” Melissa was saying before she turned back to me again.

“I’ll be right back with the shoes. Size 8, right?” I nodded.

When she walked away, her heels clicking, I saw who the ‘interrupter’ is.

He has the hair, deep set green eyes, a strong jaw line, and muscles.

He currently wears a long-sleeved black shirt, in which he still looked good in even without exerting much effort on.

He drives a motorcycle and is ‘the ultimate badass’ of Riverson High.

He used to be my guy friend and I used to have a crush on him.

“Hey, Clarissa.” He said, a smirk on that irritatingly handsome face of his.

He is Nate Lawrence.

{ A/N }

So this is my new story! If ever I get a lot of reads and at least 5-10 votes/comments, I think I'll continue this :) So I have no casting. Yet. Any suggestions?

If ever this has any similarities to any other works in wattpad, I swear they are coincidences.

Any thoughts on this one? Please let me know if u like it :) { Isby }