New girl

New Girl Chapter 3

[CHAPTER 3]

*FRIDAY AFTERNOON*

"Hey," Cameron said as he walked up next to me.

"Hey." I said.

"You going to the football game tonight?" He asked.

"I don't really watch sports."

"Well they sell some mad nachos at the concession stands. If that's not a reason to go I don't know what is. Not to mention it'll be there." He laughed.

"Well I'll think about it." I said rolling my eyes. Cameron walked away. Then my phone beeped. I checked it to see who the text was from. 'Unknow' it read. I opened the text to it saying 'Great! I'll pick you up at 7;)' I looked in the direction that Cameron was walking in. "You don't even know where I live!" I shouted to him. My phone beeped again. 'Perks of working in the main office. I do;) Also how I got your number.' I looked back up at him. He was looking right at me, and he winked.

He was to far away to yell so I texted him back. 'A little creepy to be stealing girl's addresses and phone numbers don't you think?' He replied immediately with 'Not if your taking a CUTE girl out on a date.' I blushed. I've never had a guy flirt with me before.

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I got home twenty minutes after school got out. I went right for my bedroom grabbing my journal out of my back pack and setting it on my desk. I grabbed a purple pen off my desk and started writing.

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Dear diary,

So I have a date tonight. At least I think it's a date. It's with Cameron Dallas. I looked him up on google. And I wasn't that surprised by what I saw. So apparently he has millions of followers on vine. Not really sure what it is, but it's a big deal apparently. And it looks like he's a model. Or at leas in the pictures he does. He has like almost flawless skin (photoshop probably). Every time I see him at school I picture the pictures I've seen of him, standing shirtless, wearing a tux, sitting on a wall, hanging out with friends. And it doesn't make me want to be one of those fans. It draws me in more. Feeling more special because he choose me. He wanted to keep talking to me, he asked me out. But now I don't know if I should tell him that I know that he is famous.

- Laurie

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*FRIDAY NIGHT 6:45*

I decided that if I am going to go to the football game I should at least look good, but make it look like I wasn't trying. I put on some light pink eye shadow with black liquid eye liner with mascara. I pulled on a superman sweat shirt that was to big but wasn't hideous. And a pair of tooth pick skinny jeans with black vans. I sat in my room reading a book while waiting for Cameron to arrive.

I hear the door bell ring. "I got it dad!" I yelled downstairs to my dad as I gather up my bag. I walk down the stairs to find my dad talking to Cameron. He must have invited him without me hearing because they were sitting on the couch.

"So Cameron." My dad said. "Got a job?" I looked at my dad and gave him the evilest face I could make.

"Um. Not really." He responded, not seeming like my dad's questioning bothered him.

"Well what's that mean?" I dad continued to question.

"Well I think that's enough for tonight..." I said try to get my dad to stop talking.

"Oh well. I work in the main office at the school. But I don't get paid. But other than that no, I don't have a job." Cameron responded completely ignoring me.

"Oh okay." My dad said. "So when will you guys be back?"

"Not sure. I'll text you." I said to my dad.

"She'll be home no later than ten." Cameron said.

"Good. I like him." My dad said nudging my shoulder. I gave him another evil eye.

I hugged my dad saying bye and walked out. Once in the car I said, "Sorry about my dad. He's really werid. I'm surprised he didn't ask you your favorite color."

He put the car in reverse and then looked at me. "Oh he did. It was the first thing he said to me."

I put my hands on my face. "Oh my god! Why does he do that!?" I said laughing.

"I thought it was funny." Cameron said taking my hand off my face and intertwining our fingers. I blushed. I was great full that he didn't see.

When we got to the school we searched for a parking spot. Once we finally found one we walked around the building to the football field. He bought our ticket and got us nachos. We found seats int he stands and sat down and started eating our nachos. After half an hour of me being overly confused about the sport I asked him to explain. For twenty minutes he tried to explain the rules and concepts of football to me. I didn't get it so he just laughed and gave up.

"OH! That was good right! People are cheering!" I yelled over the cheering.

"That was the other team's point." He said laughing.

"Oh..." I said trying to play it off. "Well this isn't my sport."

"What is your sport then?" He questioned sounding interested.

"Um. Well... Okay fine I don't have a sport."

"That's okay. What do you like to do then?"

"I don't do much."

"Well we are going to the fair tomorrow. You can show me all the rides you like and what games are fun. I don't usually go to the fair so you can show me all the ropes."

"I've actually never been."

"Really? Oh okay. Well we can just see what looks fun then." He laughed.

"Okay" I laughed.