Ariana POV
My high school is having a fair to raise money to go to see 2 Guns and for a bus. They said if we do a booth we get extra credit and I desperately need extra credit in science right now! If I don't get at least a C I don't graduate. For some reason tons of girls signed up for kissing booth and dunk tank. I mean come on! Are you that desperate to wear a bathing suit and kiss cute guys in front of them? Everything else was cool, so I signed up for the hammer thing, and there was only one spot left out of all the games: The Kissing Booth. How the hell did one girl not wanna sign up! That just WIERD on and only ONE spot left. At least there are like 59 other girls on the list, like the odds of being picked. "Ha! Did you just sign up for the Kissing Booth! Like she could get someone to kiss her." Chelsea sneered. "Everyone wants to kiss this face," she gestures to herself. She flips her platinum blonde hair and her blue eyes rolled. Her perfect straight teeth and sense of style she was right. I ran away to my house, forget staying after school! I ran up my stairs to my parents mansion, and sat on my bed. My mother always told me I was beautiful, and now she's gone. Only my father who thinks work is more important than me. I look into the mirror and see a curvaceous girl staring back at me. I had dark brown hair that fell in long spirals down my back. A few freckles scattered across my face and green eyes. "Mom, if your up there, I just wanted you to know I miss you so so much. Why'd you leave me ma? Why?" I whispered. A tear slipped down my cheek. I tied my hair up in a messy bun and took out my contacts, putting on my square rimmed glasses. I slipped on some sweats and a powder blue tight tank top. I flopped onto my bed and the doorbell rang. "Grrrrrr..." I hop out of bed and flop down the stairs. "Hello?" My eyes widen at the God standing before my trembling figure. "Hey, I'm Marc." That same smirk plastered on his damn good looking face. Shit!
