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Abigail POV
I woke up to my phone vibrating on the table next to my bed.
Who the hell could be calling me.
I looked at the screen and seen Isabelle's name pop up.
Ughhh
"Hello" I said feeling irritated.
"Girl what are doing its practically eight and I've been outside blowing my horn for ten minutes."
"What it cant be eight yet." I sat up and looked over at my alarm clock."
Shit.
"Damn it I forgot to set my alarm last night."
"Well get your ass up girl we're gonna be late."
"Give me ten minutes." I hung up and ran towards the bathroom.
I rushed in the shower, which only took like 5 minutes. I brushed my teeth. I didnt have time to make a bun so I just brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail. Not caring about putting any makeup on.I just threw on my yoga pants and workout shirt. I grabbed my bags and rushed downstairs out the door.
I hopped into the car feeling so breathless and rushed.
"Damn that was fast." Isabelle said while pulling out my driveway.
"Well you told me to hurry up and I didnt want us to be late."
"Well I thought you were gonna take like half an hour but ten minutes is good."
I laughed. "Well Im not you who takes an whole hour to get ready."
"Hey, I have to make sure I look good."
"Yea yea yea whatever, Im not even worried about boys." I said looking out the window.
"Well you should be Abigail, everytime I try to invite you to a party your always too busy studying or dancing. Boys can only wait so long you know."
"Im just not interested in boys Isabelle, most of the guys here think they can get laid in one night." I said rolling my eyes.
"Well boys will be boys promise me that you at least will try to have fun. This is our last year in high school. You should make every second count."
"Fine I will try....but if a guy tries to get into these pants im done."
"Yay!!!" Isabelle screamed.
We pulled into the school's parking lot and got out the car. A guy in a black leather jacket rode past us on his motorcycle and parked.
We started walking towards the entrance when we noticed people staring towards our way.
"Is it me or are people staring at us?" I asked Isabelle.
"I dont think so." She stopped walking and turned around.
"He's the one everyone is staring at."I turned around and froze.
Its that guy from the supermarket
"Holy shit, isn't that the guy from the supermarket yesterday." Isabelle turned around to ask me.
"Yea, I have no idea what the hell he's doing here." I whispered to her.
"He's probably a new student, I heard the principal saying that we were getting one yesterday. But I didn't think she meant a sex god.
I rolled my eyes at Isabelle's words. Of course she would think he's hot
As he got off his motorcycle he didnt seem to care that people were looking at him. He walked past everyone and into the building. For a second it looked like he was staring at me when he walked by.
"Wow he can take me on a ride on his motorcycle anyday."
"Isabelle!!!" I yelled as I cringed at her words.
"What im just saying." I looked at her with my 'oh really' face.
"And you think I need to get laid but your the one drooling over him." I said as we walked into the building.
"What a girl can dare to dream, well I'll see you later okay."
"Yea peace." She started to walk away.
I walked toward my calculus class when I noticed that guy from earlier looking around like he was lost.
Come on Abigail why dont you just walk up to him and see what's wrong. I debated it and finally just walked up to him.
"Do you need any help?" I asked nervously.
"Yea." He said while still looking at tyhe paper.
"Im looking for Mrs. Harrington's.......class." He looked up and saw me. One thing I was not expecting for him to smile at me showing his perfectly white teeth.
"Hey your the girl from the supermarket yesterday." He said pointing at me.
"Yea." I said nervously. "Didnt expect to find you here at my school."
"Oh yea my mom and I moved down here from Indiana."
"Oh wow great, so what do you do?" I asked looking at the floor.
"Im a singer...."
"Wow thats great." I heard the bell ring signaling we hae two minutes to get to class.
"Well Mrs. Harrington's class is down that hallway fourth door on your right."
"Thanks." He walked away towards the way I pointed to.
I started walking the other way towards my Calculus class.
God I felt like I was an idiot, I hope he didnt see me blush.
What the hell are you doing Abigail you need to focus and get ready ti start practicing for the showcase.
Right. I thought to myself. No boys only dance. Focus on what your here for.
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