Flash

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"How do I look?" Fable ran over and practically ripped the camera out of my grip."Damn," she groaned, "I look like Medusa." She grabbed a comb out of her cream-colored messenger bag, brushed her perfect sun-bleached wavy blond hair vigorously.

I laughed as I took back my camera. Fable, of course, looked stunning in the photo. It'd be perfect in this year's yearbook.

The first day of our junior year would begin in 10 minutes. I leaned against the school door, watching my classmates. I could see teachers clutching cups of coffee, with dark circles hanging under their eyes. They were whispering this year's fresh new gossip. My eyes followed a short freshman girl who looked on the verge of tears. She was obviously looking for someone. A group of senior jocks were playing with a ratty blue football, whistling at passing girls (mostly cheerleaders).

I stroked my fingers through my straight brown hair, which had grown out to nearly a foot and a half long over the summer. I fiddled with it, trying to get it into a makeshift bun. I hated when my stupid hair got in the easy of my lense. In the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the senior jocks walk towards me and Fable.

"Hottie alert, 7 o'clock," Fable muttered out of the corner of her mouth. Her posture immediately straightened, sparkling white teeth came out, and she flipped her gorgeous blond hair flirtatiously. She looked like a model or barbie or something. I kept leaning.

As the boy came closer, I began to recognize him. I was fairly certain his name was Matt. He wasn't a full-on jock, but he was a great skateboarder, and was probably around the 20s on the popularity list.  He was sort of a badboy. He had cute wavy brown hair, and was wearing a grey beanie. His shirt had some band's logo I had never heard of on it. And he was heading towards ME.

Fable grinned at me, and briskly walked away, glancing out of the corner of her eye.  

Great. Now I was going to have to face him alone. Oh my God, I had never flirted before. I fiddled with the sleeves of my discounted yellow sweater. This was bound to end in social suicide.

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Oh my God. Matt just flirted with me. And I think I flirted back. I think I didn't just embarrass myself in front of a super cute guy!

"I bet you're an amazing photographer," Matt smiled at me. A boy was complementing and smiling at me. I needed to do something.

"I'm OK," I barely got the words out. "Yearbook club is super fun." Gosh, I needed to get more comfortable. I was too cold.

Matt brushed some hair out of his eyes. "It sounds cool." His voice had this smoothness to it. "I'll have to check out a meeting sometime. When you find out when the first meeting is, make sure to tell me."

"Sure," I said, smiling a little too brightly. God, he was cute. "I'd love to have you on yearbook with me."

"Why don't we eat lunch together today, so you can tell me more about yearbook."

Oh my God. He wanted to eat lunch with me. "I'd love that!" I couldn't get this stupid grin off my face. The bell rings. I've got to get to homeroom. "See you at lunch."

I walked off into the 11th grade hallways. Everything seems muffled and unimportant. Fable sprinted to catch up.

"Shania, what the hell happened back there!?!" Fable exclaimed, arms waving.

That stupid grin was still glued to my face. "I'm having lunch with Matt Johnson."

This chapter of Flash is dedicated to my friend Em, who indirectly caused me to find wattpad.com.

-lockerpaint