The sparkly boy and me

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

I spend Sunday morning in my bed trying to figure out why I can't get that boy's face out of my head. Like, he was ridiculously beautiful and all, but It's really scary that I think about him like all the time. Because I do. I sigh, and push my body up from the bed, and then walk like a zombie through room after room, until I reach the kitchen. It takes a while, since our house is really big. My dad's a lawyer - according to the newspaper apparently one of the best ones in all of Indiana - and he makes not a lot of money but more like A LOT. And that's basically why our house is so big. I open the fridge and take out something that looks quite similar to an apple and take a bite. It doesn't taste like an apple, but It's still pretty good.

I decide to call Dianna since I have absolutely nothing else to do. She picks up after about 3 seconds.

"Abbey! Something new about the sparkly boy?" I can hear she is doing something else as she's speaking - her voice is a bit dreamy.

"No" I sigh, and scratch a mark on my left arm, "and please don't remind me. I'm not caring, remeber?"

She doesn't answer and I continue;

"Anyway, I was wondering If you would go shopping with me? And maybe get some lunch. I really want pizza..."

"Yeah, yeah! Victoria's secret in 30 minutes? I can help you pick out some sexy lingerie you can use, you know..." She tries to sound sexy and she sucsees. As usual. It's really hard to get used to how perfect Dianna is - in every way possible.

"30 minutes sounds perfect" I say, and hang up.

I meet Dianna 35 minutes after we hung up. She's late - as always. Now we're picking out some bras on sale, and Dianna is holding them up to see if they're a yay or nay.

She holds up a black bra with tip on it against my body.

"Ooohhh, you've GOT to but this one, you would look damn hot in it, girl!" She whistles and her eyebrows dance tango. At first I don't understand if she's joking or not.

"Like a slut, you mean?" I ask, and look myself in the mirror. It actually is nice, and I would probably look nice in it. Maybe even hot. Dianna always tells me I should embrace my more intimite body parts - by that meaning my breats - because she says that they're amazing. And I can't deny, I do have some crazy shit up there. Actually that's probably the only thing I like better about me than about Dianna.

"Okay, it's done, you're buying it" She inspects the bra for a second and then says; "Whoops, It's not on sale. 42 dollars. But you still have to buy it"

I end up buying the bra, and only feel a little bad about spending 42 dollars on a bra.

We go to the 'Henri's", which is the pizza-place I talked about earlier. Everyone goes there, and usually I don't like such places, but this one serves way too good pizza not to take advantage of it. Today its modest furniture are full of people - luckily no one we know, and the place is filled with a buzz of voices. Dianna spots a 4-seat window table - the last one, every other table is full - and takes it faster than a cat would take a mouse. We've just settled down and started looking at the menues when the door bell plings and someone comes in. I don't look up, since it's alreay so many people at the Henri's. First when I see someones legs - blue jeans - I do. And what I see is not what I wanted to see. Or well, it is, but it still isn't since it's Anthony Healey.

I jut stare at him, and he looks back with a smile that says "I asked you something, what's your answer?" It's actually a really nice smile and It means more to me than it does to him.

It takes a while for me to notice that I'm still staring, and plus - omg, that he apparently asked me something, and that he is waiting for me to answer. Oh, and I also remeber that I embarrassed myself in fron of him and the rest of the school just 2 days ago.

"Ermmm" I say.

Great, Abbey, just great. You've done it again!

I really, really, really hope he doesn't remember me.

Yeah, Abbey! Of course he doesn't! You just clapped at him when no on else did! In the aula!

My intellegens is about as big as an newborn ant.

"Yes, absolutely!"

It's Dianna. Dianna always saves every awkward situation. She's my god. I really should start pray to her since she is.

Wowfreakingwow-guy a.k.a Anthony sits down next to Dianna and his notthatwowbutstillwow-friend sits down next to me, and then they start looking through their menues.

"So, what do you think about Lowell High? Dianna asks.(Sometimes i really hate her being do social) Wow-guy a.k.a Anthony looks up and meet my gaze. His eyes are green with a small hint of brown in them. I try to breathe. When did boys start to affect me this way? Or well, bot boys, actually just this specific boy.

"I like it, small but original" The corners of his mouth are folded up. His voice is low and extremly sexy. I wonder what would happen If I just leaned forward a bit and kissed him. "I mean, It's a big contrast and all, since my former school had about 1600 students and not 600, but it's okay."

The voices in the background are loud and I'm having a hard time hearing what he's saying. Or I just can't concentrate because of face eyes eyelashes hair arms.

God, I'm so screwed.