There's a boy

Chapter 2: The mall

"So, where to go?" Peyton asked.

"Well, I've never been to pink" Olivia piped in. I loved pink, what was wrong with this girl?

"Then lets go there" Peyton said.

We walked into pink, Olivia amazed by all the clothes.

"It's so cute!" Olivia yelped. Teenage girls gave her weird looks, but she didn't care.

I looked around a while, then found a cute top. It was grey witg pink flowers.

It was on sale so I bought it. Why not?

We went to a few more stores before I relized how hungry I was. I needed food, soon.

I waited in line at the panda express, getting orange chicken. It was my favorite thing on the menu.

I was walking to our table, when I bumped into someone. Crap.

My food splattered all over his shirt. I felt so bad.

"I'm so sorry" I said, picking up my orange chicken from the floor. Getting gross looks from the old folks around us. I started blushing of embarressment.

"No problem" I relized who's voice that was, then I started blushing harder.

It was Elvis. The hot boy in my social studies class.

"Hey, are you Elise?" He asked. He knew my name?

I blushed even more. "Yeah" I replied.

"Look, meet me tomorrow after school" He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just do it"

He got up and walked away, chicken still splattered on his shirt. No shame, I guess.

I made my way back to the table, red as a tomato. There were butterflies in my stomach, bouncing around, making me lose my appetite.

"What was that about?" Peyton questioned.

"He told me to meet him after school. Should I?" I asked. For all I knew, he could be trying to murder me.

"Duh. Why wouldn't you?" She asked b

"I don't know" I just didn't want to die, thats all.

"Maybe he likes you" Olivia said.

"No way" There was no way he liked me. Not possible way.

"Hmm" Peyton said. "To much orange, not enough chicken. You gonna eat that?" She motioned to what was still left on my tray. It was probably dirty, but that wouldn't stop her, and I knew that.

"No" I said, passing her the tray. "Have it"

She stuffed her face with my chicken, stopping only for a sip of pop.

She stopped, pulling something out of her mouth. "It's an orange peel" she screeched. I was biting my lip to stop from laughing.

Olivia burst out laughing, loud and irritating. I swear, that girl always seemed high. Was she on drugs? Probably.

Peyton's phone chirped. "It was my mom, we gotta go" She said.

I sighed. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to see Elvis again. "Okay"
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Based on real events.

Bye 😛

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