•Alex
It's the end of the day and I'm at my locker which I think hates me. Once again I'm struggling to open it. Finally, I get it open and grab my books and practically run down the hallway. I get to the parking lot and didn't see my brother's car in the spot we parked in earlier. So...I forgot the boys had study dates after school.
I guess I'll have to walk. I'm so glad I had missed that Harry dude. I don't really know what to think about him.
As I start walking down the sidewalk, I could have sworn I heard a scuff of a shoe behind me. I turned around and didn't see anyone behind me. Guess not. As I turned down the street to my house, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I started to freak until I saw it was that Harry guy. Creepy, but alright. On the bright side, at least it wasn't a murderer or something. Then again, which one would I prefer in this situation?
"Sorry, I startled you. I thought you and I had plans?" He slightly smiles. I have to admit that made me feel bad.
"Oh yeah! I totally forgot, I'm sorry. Hey, next time when you want to get someone's attention, shout their name instead of scaring the crap out of them." I chuckled. Anyone who knows me knows that I can't lie. It sounds more like a bunch of stuttering.
He decided on the frozen yogurt place around the corner. We got our yogurt and sat down. He paid for mine even though I insisted. I don't like when people give me things. It makes me feel bad, almost weak. There was an awkward silence.
"....so what's your name?" he asked.
"Alex." I mumbled. I continued to scoop yogurt with my spoon.
"So Alex, do you want to come to my house this weekend? I'm having a party and I would love it if your were to come." I have to admit I wanted to go. Just let loose for once, but I'm socially awkward and hate wearing dresses that show everything. I don't know what my deal is today. I'm going to blame it on being tired. Once again, my mouth speaks before my brain can think.
"Why not?!"
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When I got home, the guys were still gone. Probably making out with girls behind the library shelves no doubt. Every time they're gone, I always turn the music up louder than recommended. I change into my pjs and decide to make food for when the boys get home. My inner pop star comes out as I hold the wooden spoon with spaghetti sauce on it and use it as a microphone.
"Girl look at that body, I work out!" I shout I was so caught up in singing that I didn't hear them come in.
"Well I can't tell you work out!" Stephen says which makes my jump and screech.
"Oh my gosh. I think you just gave me a heart attack. Did you just get home?" I ask hoping they didn't just see my dancing skills too.
"Yep. What's for dinner?" Kenn says.
I've known Kenn for a while now. He was one of the first people I met after I moved here. He has darker brown hair and really tan skin. He usually tries to show off his muscles by wearing tank tops, but I see no difference. He's a total ladies man.
"Everyone's favorite, spaghetti!"
After everyone was done I went up to my room. I was really tired from my study session last night. I got up to charge my phone, but I couldn't find it. I was really tired so I really didn't care. I'll find it tomorrow.
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