Chapter 3
Here’s Chapter 3:) Don’t forget to vote and comment for me<3
I wake-up to my alarm playing Don’t Forget by Demi Lovato. One of my favorite songs since Edwin left three years ago. It brought a smile to my face especially this morning. Me and Edwin caught up on a lot of things when we talked on the phone last night. Now, I really didn’t know if I should avoid him at school today or be friendly. Plus, I didn’t want slutty girls trying to confront me about talking to Edwin or whatever.
I walk over to my phone to check my messages and I have 5 messages, one from Logan. I open it and it reads: "Beach Party this Friday night. Renting out the whole beach out for a party. No extra people...outsiders. And no outside drinks...yeah, sorry." I closed my phone and got ready for school.
Landon usually had beach parties every month, depending on the weather and since today was the last day it would be over 80 degrees, why not have a beach party? Landon had his good side and he had his...crazy side. The good side Landon had regular parties for regular people. The CRAZY side, on the other hand, invited the "naughtiest" teens and usually involved Vodka and alcoholic drinks. Btw...i DO NOT drink. So, you'd only guess I would stay away from Landon’s crazy side parties. I could tell this party would be a good one:)
By the time me and Landon get to school, we had already talked about the beach party. Only 15 people. Last time they nearly arrested Landon for him trashing the place full of red cups and other crazy party thing you can remember. I couldn't help but laugh. Landon's crazy side could be hilarious.
Landon was inviting me and Brianne, of course, and most of the teens at our high school. He said Edwin would be there, too. Great. No i couldn't decide if I should show up or not.
"So, you comin' to my beach party this Saturday?" he asks.
"Sure, don't I always?" I retort.
"No," he says throwing his head back. "You've only been to three of my beach parties."
"Only to see those lovely abs!" I say sarcastically.
"Oh, Yeah!" He shouts.
"I know, you know that I know that you can't stay away from these washboards." Landon says sarcastically back. Landon did have washboard abs, but I couldn't go over the friendship line like that. We usually play around like that, though.
"Morning, Sunshining Angel." I notice someone say as they flash by me. I spin around, almost falling but get myself back together. I look up and see Edwin turned toward me, walking backward. All I could do was flush pink red pink red! Goodness! How'd he make me do that? I was so embarrassed at myself, that all I COULD do was smile sheepishly. He smiles back and walks off grinning.
As I turn around walking to first period class, I notice Brianne standing, with her hand on her hip, tapping her foot impatiently. "Mind telling me what that was all about?" She says with wide eyes and an obvious smile. "Brianne!" I shout giving her a huge hug, trying to desperately hide my blushing. "You're back!"
"Yes, yes...Tell me now. Details! All! Dish , come on!" She says almost sounding like a cheerleading perfectionist. I back away fromthe hug and give a little smile with wide eyes. "You kissed him?!" She obliviously says too loud for everyone in the hallway to hear. "Shhhh! No, not at all!" I yell in a whisper. Her shocking reply caused people to give me glares and snobbish looks from all around. Haters...it's only been two days since Edwin has even been here. No need to get all snobby snobby with it...
"THEN WHAT?!" She yells even louder. "Nothing," I say trying to calm her down. "We just talked on the phone last night... for three hours..." "Oh." She says poking her lips out. "I thought it was something juicy!" This crazy girl's definition of juicy was kissing and not telling...
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The Way I Feel About You
Roman pour AdolescentsEver since middle school, Edwin Jameson and Stephanie Wright always seemed to be more than friends. On the day Edwin was going to reveal his feeling for her, his parents had to move to Rome for business for three years, forcing Edwin to leave. After...