No Ordinary Girl

Ch 2; Fist knocking on my head

Andrea picks me up and tells me to play the "Car Ride" playlist after I connect my phone to her car via Bluetooth.

"My hearts a stereo, it beats for you so listen close. And hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote. My hearts a radio, so turn me up when you feel low." Andrea and I sing loud enough for the car next to us to hear.

By the time the song and a few others finish, Emma is in the car and we are singing "Worth It" by Fifth Harmy at the top of our lungs.

"I'm starviiiiing. Coach kicked our asses today after we kicked our own asses doing butt kickers for 10 minutes," I complain.

Emma laughs, "I don't know how you can survive all that damn exercise. Honestly the only exercises I can endure without getting really tired are running through airports for a connecting flight, shopping, and the serious arm workout of doing my or other people's hair."

We all laugh because its so true. Emma was the one who loved style the most. Hair, make up, clothing, shoes, everything cosmetology. She's the kind of girl who can be really girly at times without going complete overboard pink and sparkles girly. That's one of the many things I love about her.

Andrea pulls up to the mall and I immediately run out of the car and towards the food court, wallet and phone in my hand.

I get in line at Panda Express and a couple minutes later Andrea and Emily come and join me.

"Sweetie I know you have ADHD and you get real jumpy after car rides but how are you still able to sprint after conditioning?" Andrea asks me, slightly laughing.

"I can't help it. And that wasn't sprinting more like fast jogging. Plus it gives me a serious edge when I'm playing," I respond, laughing as well.

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"You sure you don't need help unloading all those shopping bags?" Emily asks as we pull up to my house.

"Well if you really want to help then I guess you can," I sigh dramatically.

Emma laughs as she and Andrea hop out of the car with their bags to help me with mine. I jog up to the door with my bags and unlock the door, leaving it open for the slow pokes I call my best friends.

Setting my bags down on the futon, I kick off my shoes and sigh dramatically, the soreness of conditioning finally catching up to me.

"So much stuff!" Emma squeals

I laugh at her, looking at all the Nike and Adidas stuff I got, along with clothing from Forever 21 Q and Pink, and another pair of Champions tennis shoes. I know, I'm weird when it comes to shopping.

As we all sort through our stuff, I start playing "Friends" on my TV.

We lay down on my futon after changing into our sweatpants and me into my Alex Morgan soccer jersey, Emma in her "But First Coffee" tank top, and Andrea in her "I'm not a morning person" sweatshirt.

We all eventually fall asleep, probably with popcorn on our face because we're classy like that.

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"How have you never heard of him!? Everybody in school knows who he is! He's the rich, popular athlete and every girls McDreamy," Carlos yells while almost dropping his lunch tray.

"Maybe because I'm not 'every girl', I don't care, and he sounds like a douche!" I explain to him, laughing at his reaction.

"What are you two arguing about this time?" Andy asks us when we sit down at our table.

"I told little miss Antisocial here that James Beck is coming back to public school after getting kicked out of his most recent private school and she said 'who the hell is James Beck?'"

"YOU DONT KNOW WHO JAMES BECK IS!?" Andrea and Andy screeched in unison.

"Uggghhhh why is it so surprising that I don't know who James Beck is!? Have you met me? I don't know anybody outside of my close knit friend circle and the soccer team."

"My poor little baby. I need to take you to more parties." Andrea said while pinching my cheek

"Ew no. One party every two months is plenty for me."

Andrea sighs dramatically, "you're so stubborn."

"I know." I say with a cheeky smile.

"Back to James Beck. Basically he's a rich boy with dark brown slightly curly hair with an attitude an absent father and he plays soccer. Oh he's also a bit of a player but for some reason it's like every girl WANTS to be some one night stand for him and they don't even care that he forgets their name the day after they hook up."

"Ew okay didn't need to know that last part," I say grimacing.

Everyone laughs at me.

"Well I guess I'll have to drag you to the next party and introduce you to him." Andy tells me

"You know him? How?" I ask

"Long story short his mom and my mom went to college together and are like best friends."

"Ok. Anyone have any food they don't want?" I ask finally changing the subject.

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"Bye dad, love you." I say to my dad before sprinting to the door

"Bye sweetie, have fun at Carlos'. Remember curfew's 12:00" he reminds me

As I open the door I'm greeted with a strong fist knocking on my forehead. I stumble back and drop my bag, almost tripping over it in the process.

"Ow. What the hell was that?" I ask to nobody in particular as I look up to see a very good looking stranger with brown eyes so chocolate-Y rich they looked like a fountain in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

"Shit, I'm sorry" the handsome stranger said before offering me his hand.

"It's okay, I've taken worse hits to the head," I tell him with a slight chuckle. "Um, sorry, do I know you?"

"No I was just here to pick up one of my old friends I haven't seen in a few years but he moved and I think I got the address wrong." He explains quickly

"Probably, the only boy in this house is my twin brother and I think I would've remembered a face like yours." I say without thinking and start to blush as I realize what I just said

"I would've remembered a face like yours too," the handsome stranger says to me with a smirk and I blush more.

"I'm sorry, who are you again?"

"Oh right, I'm James. James Beck."