More Than A Crush

Born in Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland, I moved to states away to Tennessee. Like any normal teenager, I hated it. I dreaded the fact I had to give up my school, my friends, and my most importantly, my family.  

July 1,2012 my family of my mom, dad, my older sister Kaylee, and my younger sister, Anna-Brooke, moved to a suburb of Nashville. I rebeled a lot. I was constantly arguing and bickering with my parents. We had guests come and go. But then, no it couldn't have been! School was back in session again. 

I was a loner. I was and am shy. I kept to myself. Why wouldn't have I, hello?! New girl!!  

I got hurt one day and found out i had Achilles tendinitis. Oh great!! So let's see, shall we? I moved two states away, I'm at a new school, and I now have to wear this boot. Like really?! The boot was heavy, it didn't match anything in my closet, and if I was walking I had to wear it. Good grief help me! 

I didn't live to far from my new school. I don't think five miles is that bad. But my parents were unable to take us to school nor pick us up. You know what that means... I have to take the bus.The bus wasn't all that bad. There was probably 15 kids total, and 5 stops. I sat in the back towards the guys. I was eavesdropping, and I heard a conversation coming from two guys named Ethan and Damonté. Ethan I believe is mexican. He is short, a bit heavy, and in the seventh grade. Damonté is a mixed (black and white parents). 6ft, a bit chunky, has braces, plays football for the school (at the time I didn't know that), and is in the eighth grade like me. We are in different mini-schools though. Well, Ethan and Damonté were talking about working out, I look over behind my shoulder, and started talking to them. We talked and laughed. I thought Ethan was alright, just a kid. Damonté in my opinion was a stuck up jerk but was quite amusing. Before I knew it, I had to get off the bus.  

Few days go by and Damonté and I talk everyday on the bus. I decided he could be a really cool guy to talk to,so I gave him my number. He was a little supcious. But I didn't like him. Ok that's a lie, I flirted with him and liked him just a little bit. 

When we texted that night he asked me if I liked him if that is why i gave him my number. I had replied to him no.That I thought he was pretty cool,why do you? He texted back fast, a little ;). We talked 24/7 we became close friends.  

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Authors note: Ok no its not perfect but its my life and I just wanted to share it. Let me know what u think if I get enough readers, I'll write more. :D