"Dude guess what!!" Sam shouts after he closes the front door.
"What?" I look up at him from the couch.
"Me, you, Shelby and her cousin." He smirked.
"W-what?" I ask nervously, already knowing the answer.
"We my friend will all be going out next week." He says as he types on his phone." I just told Shelby to invite Lia later this week. Dude this is such a good chance for you!" I groan and rub my temples.
"Sam, every time I see the girl it's nothing but awkward. It won't work out." I sigh.
"Do you think she's pretty?" Sam asked.
"Well yeah, she's beautiful." I smile cause I'm thinking of her. No! I can't fall for her it wouldn't work. "But Sam were both awkward. I don't know if this is a good idea."
"Of course it is." He smiles to himself.
The next morning I can't stop worrying about next week not so much if she does accept the invitation. More so if she doesn't, would it be because of me? Does she already hate me? I groan out loud as I walk into my film history class. I smile to my teacher Mrs. Hollen who is a lady well over 60. I sit in my usual seat and listen to the lecture and write down notes. Mrs. Hollen has a very prominent British accent that can be not very understandable at times so I often loose track. However, this time I don't start again. My mind starts wandering to thoughts of Ophelia and the date next week. Suddenly I hear class dismissed, I daydreamed for half an hour. This is why always focused on school instead of relationships. You miss everything around you. Why couldn't I get her out of my head? I could easily do that before with any other girl. Why can't I do the same with her? There's just something about her that just gets me. And I can't put my finger on it.
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The antisocial students guide to falling in love
Romance20 year old Ophelia Forester, journalism major at Manchester university. A smart girl that enjoys her writing more then the human race, Ophelia has always focused more on her school and writing than boys, so this year shouldn't be different right? ...