Dreamer

My name is Dreamer. Dreamer Carlson.

I was originally named Emma but when I said my first word, dreamer, my mom changed my name. My dad was long gone by then. I never got to know my father, he left when I was three days old.

I'm that quiet girl that sits in the back of the class, always paying attention, always getting good grades. I'm your typical good girl. I have dirty blonde hair, striking green eyes, a small, straight nose and pale pink lips.

I push my glasses up on my nose with my finger, focused on trying to solve the calculus problem on my paper.

"Hey Dream, what's the answer to..... Well.... All of them?" My best friend Noah whispers to me. Of course he has no idea what we're doing, he's texting and playing on his laptop trying to hack into God knows what.

"Do it yourself for once Noah." I whisper not looking at him.

"Come on Dreamer please?" He begs.

I give him an annoyed look. He's giving me the puppy eyes.

Noah's the quarterback of out highschool football team, the Georgia Lions. He's your typical rich boy, lives in a three story house, handsome, and gets practically anything he wants. But there's a few things that makes him different from other quarterbacks and jocks. He has very few friends. He doesn't play with girls' hearts. He doesn't bang every girl he sees. He's nice to everyone and everyone knows who his best friend is. Me, Dreamer Carlson.

"I hate you." I say, moving my paper where he can see it.

"I love you too." Noah smirks and starts copying my answers on his own sheet.

He's halfway done copying when the bell rings.

I stand up and take the sheet away.

"Hey! I was using that!" He exclaims looking up at me, a frown on his face.

"Too bad. Do it yourself Noah!" I smirk.

"Fine, by the way, mom says come over for dinner if you want to since your parents are gone."

I nod. My parents are in Texas for a business thing for two weeks and I'm staying at Noah's house with him and his family. I practically live in his house like he does in mine so it's not at all weird. We've been best friends since the day we were born. We were born on the same day, mind you, February 4th.

"Hey can you give me a ride home? Rose has chess club." I say.

"Yeah sure, my parents just got me the new Audi." Noah replies, walking with me out of class.

"Sweet tha--" But I'm cut off by a blonde girl running toward us.

"Noah! Noah! Hey Noah!" She screeches.

"Oh God, Dreamer kill me please." Noah sighs.

She finally reaches us, panting. Non athletic much?

"Noah wanna come to my house tonight?" She asks, ignoring me and flipping her hair in my face.

"No, I have plans with Dreamer tonight Carrie. We were over 7 months ago you know." Noah tells Carrie in a bored tone.

"Come on Noah! You're no fun! Hanging out with Nerd Girl in public? God I'd die first." Carrie says, still ignoring my presence.

"For your information, Dreamer is my best friend, we're over for good and you can get out of my face." Noah says rapidly losing his patience with Carrie.

Finally she turns to me.

"You're pathetic Carlson. You're just a little nerd, afraid of everyone. You're nothing compared to me." And with that she flips her hair, flashes a flirty smile at Noah and walks away.

"Come on, let's go home." Noah says tightly, placing his arm around my shoulders.