A/N: A little bit of cursing in this chapter.
<Continued from last chapter>
Rachel's POV
I can't help, but notice Matthew staring at me from time to time. At the wrong places. I think John noticed too, because every time Matthew looked, John would give a dirty look at him, and slowly maneuver himself between me and him. He's trying to protect me. I think. We've barely known each other a day. Why would he try?
John's POV
I'm trying to protect her. From the perv of a friend I have beside me. He's pulling the innocent-nice boy act he does to every new person he meets. Rachel seems to appreciate his presence, but whenever he looked at her, I would give him a dirty look and get between them or in the way of his view. I think Rachel notices my efforts and is pretty content that I am. Something tells me seventh grade is going be a pretty fucked up school year.
Matthew's POV
"It's getting pretty late." John says.
I better get her phone number...
How should I ask?
"Yeah, it's 4:00. I should be heading home to help my mom with dinner." Rachel agrees.
Hm, she knows how to cook.
"Can I get your number?" I ask.
Please say yes,-
"Ummm...." She's stalling.
"Psst!!" John calls me over to him.
He gives me the 'cut- it -out -slash- stop' or aka 'No' signal. He's such a cock block.
Watch this kid give me the finger when she does give me her number...
"I don't know.." she finally says.
What? She's being ridiculous. For a hot girl, she's being freakin' ridiculous.
"I don't think my phone has enough data for anything else..."
"Just delete an app." I'm getting frustrated. I want her number, goddammit.
She doesn't say anything. She has nothing TO say.
"She's saying no, Matthew. Why can't you just leave her alone for now. She'll let you know when she gets more data." John translates for her.
Any idiot would know that ONE contact wouldn't take up a megabyte.
(5 minutes later)
Rachel's POV
I'm so glad that I was able to change the topic enough for it to end up being Call Of Duty. The boys can't stop going on about Faze people and Prestige levels.
"Dude, I got to prestige 7 last night." Matthew exclaims in mere excitement.
"Whoa, really? How? I'm SO close!" John says.
John's mom pulls up.
"My mom's here." He says to the both of us.
"With my bike." I point out and head toward the trunk.
"Rachel, honey, are you sure you don't want a ride?" John's mom asks.
"It honestly wouldn't be worth the trouble. I live just down the road."
"Our pleasure. Get in the car, John and I will be heading that way anyway." She says sweetly.
"Oh, alright." I give in just as Matthew's older brother, Alan, picks him up.
(Later that night)
I'm writing about my day in my journal. Someday, I'm going to turn all of my journals into a big autobiography. I've been writing since the third grade. I'm on my third journal. By October, I'll be starting my next one. Matthew is definitely a troublemaker. John was able to get him off my back about my phone number, thank God. Something tells me seventh grade is going be a pretty fucked up school year.
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Teen FictionThis is a story of a boy and a girl. Both meeting by chance. Rachel is a girl who just moved away for her dad's job in the military service. She's smart, witty, laid-back, plays video games, likes to read, draw, and write songs. She even knows a bi...
