I hated Regis. I only had to come here because I got suspended from my old school.
Regis started accepting girls maybe two years ago and the only good thing was I met my crush, Joey Trotta.
Joey was amazing. He was intelligent too. And he was an artist.
I was alone in my dorm reading a book when I heard a light knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I called, absent mindedly.
"Joey." He said softly.
I jumped up. Joey?
I went to the door and opened it.
"Hi, (Y/N)." He smiled.
"H-hi Joey." I replied, his beautiful brown eyes making me nervous.
"I have a question to ask you."
"Yes?"
"So, for art class, the teacher said we have to draw something that's beautiful. Can I draw you?" He asked nicely.
Was this a joke? A cruel joke? Joey hardly talked to me and now this?
"Um, sure. When?"
"Now?"
"Oh. Okay. Come in." I said nervously.
He entered carrying his sketchbook and pencils.
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"Done. Here, wanna look?"
I looked at it and was surprised at what I saw. Joey drew me wearing a white gown, big wings, and a halo? I wasn't an angel. What was this?
"Oh god, its so pretty, no way this is me."
"What? You're very pretty, (Y/N)."
"No." I shook my head.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No, I'm-"
I was cut off by Joey's soft lips on mine. When he pulled away, I was shocked.
"Yes, you are. You're gorgeous, actually,"
My heart thumped against my chest. "And I really like you."
"I...."
"Its okay if you don't feel the same. I'd better go," he got up from sitting with me on my bed when I stood up too and grabbed his wrist. I smashed my lips into his.
"I like you too, Joey."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Be my girlfriend, then." He asked.
"Of course."
