You Belong With me

Chapter One

My room, 11:00 P.M.

Jo paces back and forth in her room, talking aggressively on the phone.

Dale probably cheated on her again, asshole.

She throws her phone on her bed and looks and me through the window.

She grabs her sketchbook and scrawls words on it with a permanent marker.

She holds up the sketchbook;

Sorry I was on the phone for so long, boyfriend drama :(

I write on a nearby paper;

It's alright, don't worry about it Jo

She smiles with her straight, bright teeth, dimples in her freckled cheeks and squinting blue eyes.

Whenever she smiles I smile, butterflies in my stomach.

She turns the paper;

Thanks lake, you always make me feel better :)

I feel my cheeks blush.

I hope she didn't notice.

I flip my paper over;

Do you want to come over and talk about it, Mom wouldn't mind

Her smile falls a little, the dimples in her cheeks disappearing.

I want to but, it's late. Meet me tomorrow morning on our bench

Alright, I'll be there

Her mom walks into Jo's room.

I can tell her mom is yelling at her.

Her mom looks at me through the window.

I wave awkwardly.

She stomps over to Jo's curtains and shuts them.

I rip the paper I was using and scatter the remains on my bed.

I roll out of bed and look in the mirror.

I'm still wearing my favorite binder (matches my skin tone) and black jeans.

I'm so pathetic, how could someone like Jo like someone like me.

I look into my small hazel brown eyes.

I have short black curly hair, thin lips, soft jawline, soft chin, full cheek bones, thin-ish eyebrows, broad shoulders, small waist and hips, skinny legs, pudgy stomach that looks flat from a distance, skinny arms, petite hands, average feet, short and I wear nerdy square glasses and hand-me-down clothes.

Jo has long wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, freckles, fabulous cheekbones, strong jawline and chin, perfect eyebrows, narrow shoulders, skinny arms, skinny legs, small hands and feet flat stomach with a hint of abs (she swims), doesn't wear glasses, is about three inches taller than me and wears tomboy esque clothing from American Eagle.

She even has dimples in her cheeks when she smiles.

She's perfect.

I'm just an ugly, nerdy freak.

If she heard me say this she would slap me in the face.

She hates it when I talk bad about myself.

I smile just thinking about her.

I take off my glasses and change into an old Adventure Time t shirt and black sweatpants.

I've watched Adventure Time since I was eleven years old and still do.