The Story Of An Imperfect Girl

Chapter 1: Meeting Kyle

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"Liz, Liz, Liz!" I shouted as I put my hands on both of her shoulders shaking her back and forth.

"What? Camber, What?!" Lizzy replied, she isn't moving because of being shocked by me as I was putting a large grin plastered on my face.

"Guess what? Kyle asked me to see him practice at the field right after school! Want to go with me?" I replied, making her get all excited.

"You mean. . . Kyle Heatherson? The hottest football player here in Bosto's?" Lizzy emerged. I wasn't doing this for myself because Kyle has been my crush since fifth grade. Lizzy and I weren't addicted to him but he is super gorgeous from head to toe. Especially when you see him without a shirt. 

"Sure, sure. I'll go with you, I want him to say hi to me," She said dreamily making an expression that most of the girls have since Kyle started going here.

Posters and flyers are hung on the school walls. We just started going to the cafeteria chattering all of our excitement before we go to the field. Kyle isn't only the hottest jock that we know here in Bosto, all of the popular boys are. All of the popular beings here are... mean. Mostly, the girls are more than just rude and sassy and all what you compare from the Mean Girls. But. . . Kyle? I thought he was an ass, but I stand corrected when he told me to go there, watching him practice. At first he mispronounced my name as Amber (just add a C there) but it's okay though.

"How did he invited you to go to the field to see him "practice'?" Lizzy replied. She chew her food and looks at me with her light brown eyes all saying, 'I really want to know'.

"Well. . . I bumped to him when I was filing out the posters of the school's weekly projects," I replied, rolling my eyes to think after that happened.

He didn't help me picked up the posters that were scattered on the floor and helped me stand up, he just directly asked me to watch him practice this afternoon. Weird as it is, we had a conversation that made me laugh out loud. I was surprised when I realize that I was talking to the hottest guy in school. Don't get me wrong but. . . I look like a dork back there. Until now, I still felt tickled. 

"Why did he just asked you out?" She replied. I admit she's jealous but I just kept it to myself because it's really funny if she's jealous.

I don't really know. . . It felt strange that it fell in a sudden.

"Maybe it's because I'm curious or something? I don't know," I replied.

Liz starts to eye something behind my back. I turn my head to see who it is. It's the jocks. Kyle Heatherson is there and the whole football team. I'm really not affected by them except Kyle. They are all hot but I'm really not gaga about them. 

"Liz," I replied, trying to shove her out of them.

"Liz," I replied again but she's still drooling over them.

"Liz!" I whisper-shouted. She stuttered and looked at me.

"What?" She said in a calm voice. Wow! She's drunk already. Her eyes are now looking at Tom Greys. Okay. . . So that Kyle thing back there really scared me. It's like I was in a trance or something. That's it, I'm not going to the field. But I am.

Liz's arm holds her face for support. She's some sort of ogling over this guy and it's pretty obvious that she has a total crush on him.

"Tom? Good choice of getting yourself obsess," I replied as I was beginning to look at Blake Woods. He's the skipper of the team. He's quite judgmental and some of the jocks said that he's strict but knows what other people thinks about him, some says he's friendly and quite an asshole too. They're all wearing their football attire. The ball was stuck under the foot of Kyle. Black and white as it is. . . Made with pig skin. The girls there are wearing their cheerleader attire. Most of them are the girlfriends of the jocks.