"YOU," Uh no here we go. "IT WAS YOU" I gulped really hard I think everyone could hear. At first, no one understood until "YOU WERE HIS FIRST KISS HE WASTED IT ON YOU!" All the girls gasp because that is what they least expected.
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"YOU LOW LIFE OF A LOSER YOU! HOW? WHY YOU? " she ponders over the thought for a second I could almost see the light bulb go off over her head, I would have laugh if I wasn't so scared. "I KNOW YOU PAID HIM TO SAY THAT, OR YOU TRICKED HIM INTO SAYING IT SOMEHOW!" it felt like she was trying to call him a liar, no one is allowed to say that but me. And he is not lying it is true, I know what you are thinking is there something between us, no sorry to disappoint you this will not be some cliche thing. "STOP CALLING HIM A LIAR! "
"Girls, what is going on over there? Get your pretty pink polished butts over here now girls!"
She looks over at me one more time, "Ugh, you got lucky this time!"
She stomps away and it takes a minute for the girls to process what just happened then they slowly and silently leave me standing there in my memories.
Flash Back*
"Drake come on already," I wine he chuckles a little at how I am reacting "OK, OK I am coming." I screech a little out of excitement "Yay our first middle school party!" I can't help but clap my hands. I am wearing feather earrings, with a tank top and vest with jeans. My hair I braided the night before to make it wavy, this is as fancy as I get, the last time I wore a dress was in second grade for class pictures, but I vowed never ever to wear a dress again because Tommy Stevens saw my hello kitty underwear.
I punched him in the gut for laughing at me, and even back then I was strong for a girl, a sports-loving girl. The only sport I do not like as much is football but that is only because of the tackling part, I don't play football if it involves tackling after I got a concussion in fifth grade. But I still like tossing a football. "Julie, hello is anyone in there?" He snaps his fingers in front of my face, which I did not know I was starring out into space, " Ya sorry I was just remembering what happen the last time we played football."
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One Of The Boys
Teen FictionI don't know if you read the description before but I have started writing this story and have decided to change it due to how I feel about how the story is coming along. I have also changed the cover and title and the story I had planned will be re...
