For all the things I hoped for to be fine.
Let me tell you an unfinished lovestory about a girl with those characteristics who never falls in love and a boy who never understands a woman's feeling, which is typical for boys, of course. It started during my sophomore year in Couer de los Santos University, the first semester.It was a very busy semester because you have to belong to a club, you need to find a friend and so on and so forth, just like in highschool. I found myself as the editor-in-chief of our university's journal.
The dorms were provided. My room mate is very loud, Michelle Red. She talks a lot about random things that bugs me sometimes. We are just friends. I know I need to choose my friends for the better. Every day is the same, going in various classrooms with carious teachers, laughing at my classmate's corny jokes, and heading back to my dorm and sleep.
Everything remained as it is until the middle of the first semester. A transferee student, Brandon Woods, came. Our proffessor in Maths decided to arrange seats with my weird seatmate before. He will borrow my notes and copy it during lunch break. We don't talk too much because I don't want my attention to be called. He would just draw in his notebook. Sometimes, I wonder where Brandon's brain flew. He catches up with the lessons quickly, he was a bit rash though he don't look determined. To be honest, he would've got the best score in our History class, if he did'nt wrote his name. There was also those times where he would just snob every girl. Which is a bramd new personality for a calm and quiet girl like me.
His stubbornness and grumpy attitude gets my attention alot. Part of me would like to punch him straight in his face, and part of me would just laugh it off. I asked him one time.
"Uh, Brandon are you done with our assignment in Science?" He will give me an odd look like he was dumbfounded.
"I don't get it," He will reply. That is the only feedback I get from him and after which I will say "get what?" He will eventually nod his head. Maybe he have situation going on his family. I lost my family in an accident, I don't know how tp cheer him up with that. But I know it must be something deeper.
I am not seeking for his attention, but one day he approached me with that sad face and lousy posture. His mouth opened about to say a word.
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A/N: well? Of course its messed up :3 hope you enjoy the 1st chapter cus' Chapter 2 is on the way
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Follow Me
Teen FictionWill you follow your heart. Yes or No? Will there always be a choice?