Not having a big brother and not having your dad with you has some perks. One of these is not having to worry about dating boys or hanging out with boys. Nobody will try to kill them if they come over your house to ask for permission to bring you to dinner. Nobody will interogate or throw a trial exam and see if they pass so they could hang out with you.
For awhile, I have enjoyed this. Not that a lot of guys tried to ask me out, or anything. But when I had to go out for school projects with my lab partner Matt, nobody really cared. Mom was more than happy that I was hanging out with a guy. One time Matt asked me to go out for some icecream (no school project involved) and he went to my house to pick me up, and my mom was jumping up and down saying she was so excited cuz it was my first date. It was ridiculous, really. I mean, Matt was alright. I know I'm not the one to judge, but seriously. Matt was like the least known kid in LE High. If I was a loser, he was even loser-er than me. If you know what I mean. Imagine two losers dating... See my point? But anyways, my real point is, it wouldve been so much easier for me to go out with Levi anytime.
But well, I may not have a big brother, and my dad may not be with me, I have a guy as my bestfriend. And well, I dont think he's liking the whole Levi thing. How can I tell? Well, this morning Levi did the sweetest thing. When Oliver and I got to my locker before first period, there was a note taped to it that said :
Hey Z. I'm sorry for opening your locker, I just had to put something in. I hope you're doing okay. Smile for the world, Zoe. -L.E
My heart started doing the harlem shake and I could feel my smile stretching, reaching my ears. I hurriedly open my locker and there I saw a litle pink box. When I opened it, it was butter cookies. It wasn't my favorite, but still, it was a very sweet gesture. I couldn't stop grinning.
Oliver, his eyebrows meeting, looking annoyed grabbed my books for me and started tugging my arms. "Come on, we're gonna be late." He grumbled. What is up with him?
"Oh my God. I really cant believe he did this." I said, still smiling like an idiot.
"Pshh. Isn't that like against the law? He was invading your privacy." He spat bitterly. Ugh. Is there like a PMS guy version? If there is, then he's definitely having one now.
"I think it's cute. And stop ruining the moment okay? Whats wrong with you." I said, not letting him ruin my perfectly amazing morning.
"You don't even like butter cookies. and you hate baby pink. You're not into the girly shit." He argued. We were already walking to our first class, and the more we get closer, the faster my heart was beating. All I could thing about is Levi. Levi. Levi.
"Shut up, okay? Why cant you just be happy for me instead of being such a pain in the ass. Besides, he wont know all of that just yet. We just started talking this year." I said, growing more and more nervous and excited about seeing Levi.
"Exactly!" Oliver exclaimed. "You just knew the guy. Why are you acting like you're about to runaway with him? Maybe he's just playing you. or maybe he's just after something."
That did it. We were only 2 rooms away from Mrs T's classroom, when I stopped walking, trying to absorb what he just said. "What did you just say?" I asked softly.
"Oh come on Zoe! You know what I meant!" He said trying to dismiss me.
"Oh yes. I do Oliver. Did you mean he's after my virginity? Because after all I'm the famous virgin loser right? I am not worth of real love. Who am I to get some popular guy's attention, right? Am I too low for someone to like me Oliver?" I was furious, and I felt like my head was about to explode any minute.
"No! Ofcourse not! I didn't mean in that way JJ." Oliver said as he held my hand.
"Then what is it? Why can't I be happy? You had no idea how my life was for the past years Oliver. I was used to being pushed around and I felt worthless. Helpless. But you know what? Levi showed me how important I am. This year is my year Oliver. I got you back, and a super nice guy likes me. Can you just please be happy for me?" I pleaded. My eyes were getting watery. Everybody continued to dodge their way to their classes, ignoring us.
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Maybe This Time
Teen FictionZoe, is an 18 year old senior student at Little Elm High. She is smart, sweet, beautiful but didn't have the right self esteem to claim it. She used to be the girl with pigtails, lots of freckles, glasses and braces. You can probably tell that her c...