The Story of Why

Drew - Literally

~Drew's POV~

She was literally the most beautiful girl I had ever met. No, I wasn't stupid enough to actually bump into her so I could get her number -which, by the way, I still don't have- but I'm really glad I did. She actually understood my humour. I don't know, but most girls I've talked to are so dumb. They don't understand a thing I say. It really sucks when you're trying to chat a girl up and she looks at you like you just asked her if you could name your firstborn child after her.

When I first started talking to her, I was kind of scared. She literally yelled at me because she thought I was trying to hit on her. After that, she was being so sarcastic and damn, that was hot. Plus, she seemed to like me. So, I asked what school she went to. I wanted to see her again, and I knew she'd probably smack me if I asked for her number and think I did bump into her on purpose. She'd think I was an idiot. So I'm going to surprise her and wait for her outside after school.

There was something about Keda, something in the way she looked, the way she talked, the way she acted, that was different. Intriguing. She seemed different from other girls I've met...more...complex. I wanted to figure her out. To know her. I needed some cool people in my life.

I mean, the only person that is a really great friend to me is Eric. He's this guy I've known for most of my life, and he's the only one I can really relate to, but I've never really met a cool girl that isn't a druggie or ignorant or in any way stupid. Eric would argue that I've dated a lot of girls that are 10 times better than the girls he has dated, but that's not really saying much. Eric falls for girls that are either a) completely out of his league, or b) total dickheads.

Keda is the first girl that I've ever talked to in...well, all my life, that I've actually wanted to get to know. Other girls can be so fake. I guess what I'm trying to say is that girls that are cool, nice, funny, and intelligent are extremely hard to find these days. Oh, also self-respecting girls. Don't get me started on sluts.

I skipped Geography so I could have enough time to walk to her school before it ended. I mean, it was just geography. It's not like I'm going to need to draw a map by heart to get a job or anything. I stood out there for about 20 minutes. It was pretty cold for September, I thought that I should probably give her my jacket...if only I had one. Oh, well. So much for that act of chivalry. It didn't really matter, anyway. We were just going bowling. That is, if she decides to come...

She's coming. I will drag her to the arena and make her like me if I have to. I just really, really like Keda. She's beautiful, but it's a lot more than that. She's not dumb. Not obsessed with guys like a lot of girls. She didn't hit on me the moment she saw me -actually, she might've wanted to hit me- which was pretty rare. I liked how she didn't seem all that interested in me. I just hope that'll change.

Honestly, I had been thinking about her all night. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true.There's just something about her...something you don't see everyday. Not just the fact that she was exceptionally beautiful, but because her personality was so unique and so...real.

As I was thinking all these things I didn't realize the bell had just rung. I looked up, and I saw her.