Ambers POV
I've spent the last 2 hours texting beau , is it wrong that I think I like this boy?, I mean I don't even really know him and everytime we spoke he's either insulted me or annoyed me with his stupid smirking, I really hate it and somehow I think he knows that so he does it more to annoy the hell out of me. Part of me hates, I want the other part to hate him too but I can't,everything he does makes my legs go all jelly, no boy has ever had this effect on me, I don't understand I don't like this boy..I can't like this boy,he's a player ...but maybe he's good inside,maybe I should give him a break?..maybe?
My thoughts were interupted by another text from him,I tried to act normal as my mums in the same room and she already thinks I'm as weird as it gets,I don't exactly want to add to that now do I .
From Beau..
Hey want to hang out ?x
Wait ...he wants to hang out with me? Am I awake? The whole looking normal thing no longer exists now that I am sat here pinching myself , I let out a slight laugh as my mum stares at me with her eyebrow raised
"Amber what the hell are you doing?"
Oh great,how am I meant to explain to my mum that the reason why I was pinching my self was because a boy actually wants to hang out with me and I'm suprised because noone likes me
"Oh just was bored I guess"
She shot me another "what even are you" look and got back to doing whatever she was doing before
I looked back at the text from beau and thought about what to reply with, I mean do I really want to hang around with this boy?, what if it ends up with me liking him for real, what if he's really a mad person and kills me ...what?? Anything could happen
I decide to eventually reply knowing its been 10minutes since he sent it
To Beau;yeh sure :) now? Or?x
Maybe it won't be that bad..
