Carson Barter, 17, tall (like 5'9''), skinny, sraight brown hair, dazzling purple eyes (doctors think some genetic thing when I was born, I think it looks cool!), nice body. Starting left defence on the boys varsity soccer team (there weren't enough girls who tried out so they couldn't make a team. I convinced coach to let me try out for boys and I made it!), starting point gaurd on my basketball team, dancer, avid NY Giants fan, die-hard Manchester United fan (soccer), huge NY Knicks fan, and big NY Yankess fan. I like sports as you can tell, and you could also probaably tell I live in New York! I was born loving sports, I have three older brothers and a twin brother! I'm the only girl, my mother passed away shortly after Luke and I were born, I don't really remeber her much.
Carter James, the teen hearthrob of 2011. 17, tall, messy brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and an amazing body. The perfect guy for every girl, and every girl loves him. He's been the talk of my school all summer. It's rumored that he's going to be coming to my private school this year. Honestly, I'm a fan of his, but I'm gonna keep my distance.
"Car Car Car a limo just pulled up to the front of the scool! I think it's Carter James!" My best friend Fiona yelled at me. Fiona and I have been best friends ever since we were in diapers. She just like me except she plays volleyball instead of soccer, she has blue eyes, and she has lighter hair. We are insperable!
"Oh course it is Fi, who else would come to school in a limo?" I laughed as she pulled me to the gate where Carter's limo was. The door opened and out came Carter wearing our uniform. He made our drab uniforms look really good!
"Oh my-" Fiona started
"God" I finished her sentence, he was looking all over the place trying to find a way out of the crowd of fans.
I grabed Fiona's hand and said, "Let's get to class, at least he'll have two normal fans."
"You're right, even though I really want a autograph, we should go."
I started walking away and Fiona was stuck in her place just staring at Cater. "Fiona! We're normal fans right!" I yelled at her. That seemed to snap her out of her trance.
"Right normal fans."
We made it to homeroom and all of the sudden the loud speaker came on, "Luke Barter to the main office"
Luke and I have always been close, since we're twins. We just seem to understand eachother and we tend not to fight like normal siblings. I play on his soccer team, which seems to be the only thing that bothers him, I think it's just cause I'm better than him.
"What'd you do this time?" Fiona asked
Luke just smirked, "I have no clue this time," and walked away.
I see the way they look at eachother, I know they like eachother. They just don't want to make a move on one another.
The bell rang and I walked to my locker, number 714. I let out a small chuckle, those are my two favorite numbers, 7 and 14. I began putting my books into my locker and put up some pictures of Fiona, Luke, and I. The day passed by very quickley. I had most of my classes with Fiona and Luke, and I had two with Carter. Boy, were those interesting! It involved all the girls surrounding him and practically suffocating him, I felt bad for him. I bet he came here to get away from all the craziness, sadley our school is the birth place for craziness. I walked out to the parking lot over to my car. I have a 2011 Bumblebee Camero (The one from Transformers) I'm a bit of a movie buff. My dad is a lawyer so we tend to have some spending money, but I like to earn my own. Fiona was already by my car. I put my bags in the back and took out my soccer stuff.
"You coming to watch me try-out?" I asked
"Well yeah that and Carter is watching cause he wants to play, but he hasn't filled out all the forms so he's just watching today!" She practically said all in one breath
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Falling For the Teen Heartthrob
Teen FictionEvery girls dream is to have their favorite celebrity end up going to her school. That's what happened to Carson Barter. She's trying to avoid Carter James in order for him to have a couple normal fans instead of the crazy obsessed ones, but what ha...