You found me.

Liz Kardashian. (Chapter 3)

"Are you okay?" I heard Cameron's muffled voice from the other side of the window. I quickly wiped my tears and put on a brave face, hoping it would intimidate him.

"I'm fine." I said flatly begining to start the failed ignition. "I can help you with that," He replied looking at the hood of the car then his blue daring eyes dashing back at me.

"I told you I'm fine now get the fuck away from me." I barked. Cameron walked to the front of the car and began to open the hood. I felt a force upon me and I stormed out of the green jeep and pushed him as hard as I could. Clearly being a football player he's taken harder hits than that.

Cameron stumbled and gave me a confusing almost insulted look. "Are you really that fucking retarted? I told you I'm fine now get the fuck away from my car." I hissed still wishing I could have punched him in the throat.

Cameron shrugged and began to walk away then stopping to state, "Your cars not in gear." I questioned myself, 'did I even put the car in drive?'

I ran to the car and just as he said, it wasn't in gear. I felt both annoyed an relieved that Cameron was right. I wouldn't thank him for it because eventually I would have found out but knowing me, that would have tooken all day.

I reached my first period just in time and I was literally saved by the bell. This year I chose to take art as my first period which was pretty easy since I loved art. I shared this class with a few seniors but mostly annoying freshmans and a few sohpmores but most importantly I had class with Landon. I swear my hands were shaking like noodles when I stepped foot into class. The bell rang shortly after and I raced to my easel.

I began my painting which was titled "June, where are you?" . Mrs Hensen, my art teacher loved the idea. I found it quite odd but I went with it. Usually she would be at her desk burning candles and playing what she believes is 'art music' but in reality it's this crappy classical music. I don't mind it because I'm not focusing on the song, either I'm day dreaming about Zac Efron or Zayn Malik, it depends what mood I'm in.

"Dude, no fucking way?" I heard Landon's raspy voice enter the class room. I tried to contain my anxiety by pretending to text someone on my phone but that soon uplifted when a pesky freshman decided it was okay to just randomly talk to me!

"Hey, are you even texting anyone?" the small pale skinned underclassmen asked. "I don't know you, go away." I hissed arcing my eyebrow in disgust. "If you're trying to avoid someone, it's not working," the young boy who barely had hair ontop of his thin lips said. "You don't know that." I answered, rolling my neck attempting to intimidate him.

"Listen here, I'm only 13, and what are you? 17? 18? and I'm able to have the courage to come up to a total stranger who's name I don't even know and tell you what's on my mind, so why can't you?" the boy said crossing his arms waiting for a response I clearly hadn't even thought of yet.

I attempted to have a backlashing response but I honestly had nothing to say, this random kid shut me up and I couldn't even do anything about it. My mouth was still slightly open in a 'o' shaped form as I looked down and played with the ends of my galaxy cotton. I scanned the colorful room and saw mostly all the students talking and laughng with one another. I saw Landon and in that moment he was looking dead at me, instinctively I jerked my head opposite of him and closed my eyes in embrassment while my brown cheeks turned red.

"You have got to be kidding me." the young fellow cried again with a chuckle.

"Hey!" I defended. "Maybe it's easy for you to be all creepy and talk to random people cause you were born like 6 years ago, but for me this shit is awkward." I complained now with my small hands folded within eachother as my lips shook in nervousness.