Yesterday i went shopping with my mom and i got blue vans!
ohh my gosh i've wanted them for sooo long!
i got a bunch of other stuff including two really cute bathing suits from aeropostalee
who's ready for SUMMER?
HAHA I KNOW I AM!
actually, i've been ready for like 5 months <3
Today i have a soccer game an hour away.
ugh boringg!
anyways, thanks for reading my little random rant.
enjoyy!
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It couldn't be him. There is just no way it could be him!
"Are you okay?" he said.
Oh my god it is him. His voice, his soft and heart melting melody filled my ears
.
"Are you crying?"
So earlier on I broke up with my boyfriend because all I could think about was this guy, and here he is standing right in front of me. And all I'm doing is gawking at Zach like an idiot.
"Uh, hi."
I mentally slapped myself for saying that.
"Hi?" he questioned
"So.....what are you doing here?" I tried my best to sound normal.
"I was just walking around"
"Oh. That's, um, cool."
"Yeah. You."
I felt my palms become sweaty. "I what?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I-" I stopped talking.
Should I tell him why I was out here? What would he think of me?
But then again, he doesn't know me, so why should I care what he thinks?
"I was just walking." I said nervously.
I crossed my fingers behind my back, silently praying that he wouldn't see through my lie.
"You were?"
I put my hands on my hips before saying, "What a girl can't take a walk?"
I may seem like I had a sudden boost of confidence but I really haven't. This is all just a show. I'm putting on my best calm face and restraining myself from letting any emotions shows.
"Wearing that?" His eyes took in my outfit and he didn't try the least bit to hide it.
"Why not?"
"And while crying?" He squared his shoulders, suddenly seeming as if he'd grown taller.
"I'm not crying!" I snapped at him.
"Well you were," he said as-a-matter-a-fact.
"Phft. No I wasn't."
He cocked an eyebrow.
"Are you a Mr. Know-It-All now?" I spat at him
"I don't need to be smart to know you were crying."
He jerked his head towards a car and I quickly approached it. When I saw my reflection in the car's mirror, I screamed.
My cheeks were stained with black mascara lines running down from my brown eyes. And my blond hair was going every which way it possibly could.
