"cal, look at how stupid she looks." samantha—a girl who thinks she's my girlfriend—says pointing towards pink. "she's wearing black jeans and a navy blue shirt, who does that? it doesn't match." she made a sound of disgust and grabbed my hand.
"for someone named pink, she doesn't wear much pink." samantha added.
"i have to get my stuff, meet you in class."
"class? i thought we were skipping school today?" i ignored her and watched pink getting things from her locker.
"yeah, yeah see you then." samantha walked off and i made my way over to pink. "hey i'm calum." she blushed and looked down.
"i know... you stared at me our entire chemistry class so i did some research." She paused and then gasped. "oh happy birthday by the way." i smiled at her.
"are you free friday night?" pink scrunched her face up like she was thinking and i felt my smile widen.
"this friday?" i nodded. "i think so, why?"
"how about we go on a picnic?" she blushed again and looked down before pushing her hair behind her ears.
"yeah, totally." she smiled at me and walked off as the bell rang.
