I'm In Love With A Ghost (part 2)
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Layla- Age 16
So this is where my TRUE story begins.
It was a Monday. My school was so boring on Mondays. I wasn't like my friends at all. They were only my friends because of my money, and I never felt like denying the only friendship that I could have.
I had 3 main friends: Aimee, Penny, and Farrah.
We were all cheerleaders against my will. Farrah, the one who was good at EVERYTHING, suggested it. I have always gone with flow, so I agreed to it. To Farrah's dismay, I was good at it, and I someone got the position as captain. So I just accepted it. Deep inside, I knew there HAD to be more to life than parties and popularity. I was willing to wait for the answer.
Aimee was the pretty one. Every guy in the school wanted her. And Penny was the fashion queen. She was always voted as best dressed. All my friends were cliche and plastic. Lovely, huh?
There was a party at Aimee's tonight, and anyone who was anybody was going.
I guess that meant me, too.
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Layla- Age 16--The Party
Her house smelled of teen sweat and underage drinking. Classic party. I was sitting on the loveseat, pretending to drink, as guys passed and gave me undeserved attention.
This party was lame.
Until my boyfriend Grant came in. I had never liked the football player type, but Grant was different. He was a little of everything, and impossible not to like.
When the party was dying down, Grant came and sat by me.
"Lame, huh?" he said, like reading my mind.
"Totally," I said.
And he started to kiss me.
He was a good kisser, but it didn't feel right.
"I'm not in the mood," I said cooly.
For some reason, this enraged him, and he started to mumble words. Then, out of nowhere, he passed out on the couch.
I then knew he was drunk.
I left the party, leaving Grant on the couch.
On the way home, I saw Peter. He was the best ghost ever. I had known him forever. He cared about me so much.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Were you at the party?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I was coming to tell you that you have Biology test tomorrow, and if you stayed at that party, you might fail."
This was sweet and sincere of him, I never noticed how beautiful his eyes were.
"Layla?" he asked, "are you listeniing to me?"
Whoa, he has a perfect jawline. It was hard to believe he was only eighteen when he died.
"Layla!"
"What...oh...sorry, zoned out for a second," I said hoping he couldn't tell what I was really thinking.
He smiled, "Okay, but don't be too zoned out to study. It's 20 percent of your grade."
Aww! He has dimples!
I looked at him for a moment, and then I quickly kissed him on the lips. It was great, and it felt right, but it was akward.
He stared at me for a moment in disbelief, but then he pulled me in, returning my kiss. I never wanted it to end.
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It was Friday, and I couldn't stop thinking about Peter. He was adorable, and until that night I had never noticed how blue his eyes were, how soft his curls in his shiny brown hair looked, how 1860 farmboy he looked. It was hot. I wanted to confront him about the kiss, but it scared me.
I suddenly wanted to know so much about Peter.
How did he die? Did he enjoy our kiss?
I've wanted to know for so long.
I was going to ask him tonight.
