Teenage Dream (L.H.)

The Totally Lame Life Of Luke Hemmings

Luke Hemmings is popular and cool and totally not shy.
Nah, that's a complete lie.
I'm actually the exact opposite. I'm nerdy and quiet and definitely shy. I've lived in the same place my whole life. No change, no upward movement. Just the same thing day after day, year after year.
But I must be doing something right because I was actually let into a party for once. It was almost midnight and a lot of the 'lower caste' (popular kid slang for unpopular kids) were passed out from having one too many drinks. I should leave. But Calum, my ride and only friend, was upstairs with yet another girl. How on earth had I become friends with an obvious sex god? Who knows but I was lucky to have him.
So here I am, 20 minutes past midnight, in the corner sipping at a beer I've had for two hours, when a gorgeous, I mean absolutely stunning girl makes her way over to me.
Be cool, Luke.
"Uh, hi. I'm Luke."
Failure.
She grins. "Hi Luke! Glad you could make it to my party."
Oh shit. Her party. She was definitely a popular kid. And I'm being a complete idiot. What do I say? She's giving me a weird look. Dammit.
"I'm Annie."
"Nice to meet you Annie. I'm Luke."
You already said that dumbass.
She giggles. Oh god. It's so cute.
"You already said that. But I forgive you. You're probably drunk out of your mind. But you seem like a calm drunk unlike those idiots." Annie said, pointing to the group screaming like wild animals.
I wasn't drunk. But I was calm. And nervous. Because, I mean, a pretty girl is talking to me.
Annie sits next to me.
"So Luke, how're you liking the party?" She smiles.
Perfect smile too. Be cool. Be cool.
"It's uh great. I don't go to many parties so I can't compare it to much. But it's a great party."
I'm such a loser. But she seems satisfied with that answer. She claps her hands together.
"Yay! It's my first party. I just moved here. I knew a few better known people who spread the word for me."

So that's how it went. We chatted for a little while before some guy, drunk out of his mind, pulled her away to dance. She said sorry and I didn't see her the rest of the night.
I probably would never see her again. Too bad, she seemed cool. But cool girls don't go for losers. I would never stand a chance with a girl like her.

Or so I thought.