Meant to Be

There was a girl named Leah, and there was a boy named Matt. Matt had black short hair he had brown eyes as well, he was tall, and muscular, but not really muscular, he was more lean which made him look more muscular in his own way. He had a little sister she was in second grade, her name was Jamie. Both his parents, Charlie and Emily are happily married. They have been married for fifteen years. He was bold and out-going, and most of the time he didn't trust himself. Matt was gorgeous, every girl wanted him for herself, but he had his eye on a specific girl. Matt was just another popular guy at school that got all the girls gushing over him and sat at the popular table. He wore the same style everyday, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that would cling to his chest like a magnet. He was eighteen about to turn nineteen, and graduate high school. He planned to attend to Harvard University and become a lawyer.

Leah was a brunette with wavy hair, she had chocolate brown eyes, and was very tall. Her parents, Ray and Joan were married until her mom died of cancer when she was ten. Her father wasn't home a lot, he was out with friends or at work, he was a police chief. She had an older brother in college, his name was Jay, they didn't talk much. She was very observant, she was clumsy, shy, and didn't believe in herself either. Leah hid behind most people, she looked different from some of the other girls at school. She didn't wear the stuff that most of the girls at the school wore, like small shirts that came right above their belly button, or shorts that showed off half their bottom. She simply wore what any normal person would wear: jeans, a baggy T-shirt, and a pair of beat up sneakers. Leah was only like the other girls because she was falling all over Matt, but she kept calm and kept her thoughts about him to herself. A lot of the guys at school would do anything just to be with her because she was the most beautiful girl in the school. But she had her eyes on a specific guy that she knew she could never have, because he was popular and she was just a Plain Jane. Leah was eighteen she was about to turn nineteen and graduate too. She planned to attend to Seattle's art institute to get a degree in design to start her fashion career.

Both Matt and Leah go to the same school: Lane High School in Spanaway, Washington. They were in the 12th grade about to graduate.

"Hey!" Hannah said, as she walked towards me in the hallway.

Hannah is one of my best friends.

"Hey" I said.

"So....? Have you decided?!" She asked nearly shouting in my ear because she was so happy.

What was she talking about? Decided what? I thought to myself.

"Decided what?" I asked aloud.

"What your going to wear to the bonfire tomorrow!" She exclaimed to me, as if it was obvious.

"Oh, um I don't know I was thinking you could help me."

"Help you with what?" Asked Jordan, as she came up from behind me and Hannah.

She was my other best friend.

"Help pick out an outfit for the bonfire tonight." Hannah said.

"Oh, I would love to help, I could do our hair!" Jordan semi-screamed.

When the bell rang signaling it was time for first period, we went our separate ways to go to our classes. I was glad the bell rang because I did not want to continue that conversation. I did not like makeovers at all. I entered Biology class and there he was, the guy that I so quietly obsessed over, Matt. My assigned seat was next to him. I went to go sit next to him, he looked up when I walked over to the desk. He stared at me the whole entire hour and a half. Every now and then I would look through the curtain of hair that I put between us. When the bell rang signaling that it was time for lunch, I ran out of the classroom as fast as I could I kept looking back and there he was following me. I quickly walked out of the building, whatever he was going to do, I sure wasn't going to have an audience. I looked back, he was still following me. I started picking up my pace and soon I was running, running to the back of the school building. When I reached the back I was pushed gently against the brick walls.