Dear Mr. Second

Chapter 1- Mr. Sporty

"CAMILLE! Come here! Mr. Sporty is here!"

I took a glance to that guy they call Mr. Sporty but he was surrounded with ladies and i can't see him that clear. I was about to stand up to have a better look. But then "AHHH!!"

My bestfriend Kissha pulled me to her good spot. But her pull was too strong i fell on the ground.

This is so freaking embarassing. Everyone's looking at me and its sooo awkward. Ugh i hate you Kissha!

Then i felt someone grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Everyone was staring at me and when i turned to the person who pulled me up, it's MR. SPORTY.

I pulled my hand back next to my body ofcoures then he just gave me a stare. A disgusting one.

Huh what do you think you are?

I also gave him the same look. Then Kissha whispered while pulling me away a little, "Camille! let's get out of here! or else we'll be dead 'coz of these brats!" She then pulled me out of that spotlight with all of those girls staring at us.

Mr. Sporty was just staring while we were running away. Then their view faded and we were too far not to see them. We're now at the School Park.

"Camille, i'm sorry okay? i didn't mean to--" before she could finish, i cut her of. "No Kissha. It's basically fine. I - I just have to do something at the library. I hae to go. I - i'll see you later! Bye!" Then I escaped from the incoming conversation.

I don't really want to have a conversation about that Mr. Sporty. I'm not really into guys. Specially players of the university. Playboys, Cassanovas. I just hate them too much.

So before anything else let me introduce myself, basically i'm Camilleon Aguilera. Daughter of the rich and famous Chefs in Paris. I go to Hemmington's University because i wanted to live here in New York. But i guess living here alone is dull and boring.

Now thanks to Kissha Brooklyn, atleast my stay here became a little more fun. I think without her, my life would be colorless.

Kissha Brooklyn, let me say that again. She's my bestfriend. Her parents are one of the best known Architechs and Engineers of New York City. Kissha is known for being always number one in Pottery Class. I actually love her pots and vases. I love her very much ever since i met her.

I can't say that i'm a known in this university because i don't have any talent i guess. I'm just an old fashioned nerd here.

Kissha always teach me how to be a typical beauty queen in class. She always tell me that i'm pretty and she wants me to join beauty pageant and other contests in school. But i always refuse because i'm that shy type. I hate being infront of a crowd. I hate it being on stage. I hate being on the spotlight.

I entered the quiet library and sat on one of the chairs. i picked up my books and lay them down on the circular table. I just can't concentrate. I don't know why.

Is it the stare of that Mr. Sporty? his eyes just kept on popping on my head.

Ugh its like i'm going to have nightmares later! ugh just UGH!

After a while, i packed up and made my way out of the library. It's already 6 o'clock and the students may have gone their way home.

I texted Kissha and i asked if she was still here. She may be flirting with some hot guys again. Oh that girl.

While i was typing, i felt someone walking behind me. This can't be happening. This is a private school and this should be a secured place.

I turned around then Bang i bumped into a guy with a messy brunnete hair. I'm so close to him too close that i can smell his scent.

I looked up to see his face then i saw his eyes. Oh my, this can't be. This can't be happening. Alone in a dark cold place.

With Mr. Sporty.

END OF CHAPTER 1