The Story of Why

Keda - He Found The Hipster Girl

~Keda's POV~

Drew and I had talked for about 10 minutes when my mom came to pick me up. Before I left he asked what school I went to, so I told him North Gates secondary. I had no idea why he would ask that until Monday. That boy was unlike any other boy I had ever met. He was weird and kind of mysterious, I guess. A story that ends off with a cliffhanger that you may never know the ending to. The thing was, with Drew, I didn't even know the beginning. He was sarcastic and hilarious. He actually understood my humour. Which, believe it or not, is rare. Not to mention he was attractive.

School had been the same as it always was. Dull, long, and full of people that pretended to like me although as soon as I turned around would say bad things about me. Start rumours. You know, the usual. The dismissal bell rang and I grabbed my books, shoved them into my bag. I pushed open the double doors and took a left, planning to take my usual route home until I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks.

"Hipster girl!" Drew called, waving his arms to catch my attention. Of course he caught my attention. What is he doing here? I thought. I had to admit, I was pretty happy to see him again. I didn't know if I would see him again after the ice cappucino incident. I started walking towards him, my steps getting faster and faster. I stopped a few feet away from him. "It's Drew. Stereotypical ego-maniac that bumped into you in hopes of getting your number? Remember me?" he asked, smirking.

Obviously I remember you. How could I forget the most gorgeous being ever to walk this Earth? I thought. I also thought it was about time I said something. "Yeah, of course. You tracked me down?" I mocked him.

"No, actually, you told me what school you went to," he said.

"I didn't think you'd come to my school," I told him. It was kind of weird that he just came.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again. I simply could not let that happen. Anyway, it's not like you're not overwhelmed by emotions and powerful lust and absolutely delighted to see me," he said melodramtically, as if I could not go another day without seeing him. That made me laugh.

"You're astonishingly conceited," I grinned back at him.

"Yes. Want to go bowling?"

"What?" I asked, taken aback.

"What?" he asked.

"Bowling." I replied.

"Yes," he answered.

I was really confused. "When?" I asked, mostly just to give myself a second to process all this. He was asking me on a date? Or maybe it was just like a friend thing...I hope he find me at least a little attractive. If he wanted to be friends, and just friends...well, I would probably hate it.

"Now."

"Now?" I blinked.

"Now." He grinned at me. I was so confused. He wanted to go bowling now? I have so much to do and he just walks to my school and asks me to go bowling with him? I haven't told my mom, she hates it when I don't talk to her about going out beforehand. Then there was also that essay...

"I have an essay due in two days and I haven't even started yet," I told him. I felt bad because I wanted to go and all, but I had already procrastinated all of last week. I promised myself I wouldn't keep putting things off to the last minute. Why would he just go through all this trouble just to hang out with me? I didn't understand this boy. I just really need to finish that essay...

"Screw the essay. Come bowling and actually have fun," he said.

"Tempting, but I can't," I told him.

"Tempting, and you will." He grinned widely, grabbed my hand and started running.