Prologue-
Hi, My names Selena, Selena Rodriguez. Well, I just got back from a big shopping spree because tonight I am going on a date with James. I thought he was the love of my life until…
CHAPTER 1 :
My feet are killing me! 2 and a half hours of shopping is not fun in heels, believe me. But I guess it was worth it because I had nothing, absolutely nothing to wear on my date tonight. OK that’s an exaggeration but at least I have an excuse to why I was shopping? Yes, No?
*BACK AT APARTMENT*
I live in a fairly big apartment by myself, yes I’m a loner :( “OMG! Its 3:45pm!’ Shit”. I ran into the shower and shaved everywhere and I mean everywhere. I walked out of the warm shower and began to slip on my under wear and bra.
Once I finished applying my makeup, It was 5:03. I looked at my dress again before slipping it on. It was a white formal dress that was tight until the end of my chest and then it flows. I slipped it on with my silver heels. I looked at the time it was 5:15.
Well I had to leave now because the restaurant was 15 minutes away. Once I reached the restaurant it was 5:34, I thought that if I was late I didn’t have to be the first one there but I was wrong. I walked in and sat a booth, I looked at my watch it read 5:50 and James still hasn’t arrived!
I looked at my watch again and it read 6:13, Ughhhh where is he? It was now half past 8 and he still hasn’t arrived, the worker in the shop said it was time for me to leave because the restaurant was closing up.
I thought it would be best to walk around to clear my head, I felt wet drops falling, I look up into to the sky only to realise that I was crying. All of a sudden I was on the ground and 5 guys were surrounding me. “ Are you okay?” The guy with light brown hair and a white singlet on asked me. That just made me cry even harder.
CHAPTER TWO:
“I’m Sorry, I should be going”, I said trying to get up but failed so one of the lads held out his hand, he had brown curly hair. “ Thankyou”, I replied to his kind gesture. “That’s Alright, now love will you tell us why your crying?” He asked.
So I did, I told him about my shopping spree to me getting stood up. Once I was done he pulled me in for a hug and I began to cry the tears I was holding in into his chest. After a while I was done crying and decided it would be best to get up. “Sorry about you shirt, Curly”, I told him.
All the other lads laughed, and he replied with “ S’alright I have more”. “I better be going, sorry about the shirt again”. I said and turned away walking, all of a sudden I was standing in front of a brown haired boy with a small beard. “Love, whats your number?”, and so I did, I told him my number and bid him goodbye.
