The Love Spell

I firmly believe that love only ends up hurting you. In my sixteen years living on this planet whenever I think I'm in love it always ended badly.

No, this isn't some sob story about how I have no family or a family that doesn't care because they do. My family loves me and I love them but eventually my parents and sister are going to end up hurting me.

My parents will eventually get old and will pass away so even though they love me they will still hurt me in the end.

Every boyfriend I've ever had has hurt me by cheating or we just haven't worked out and it's always me who gets hurt.

You'll either get hurt by the person doing so on purpose or by them doing it unintentionally. Basically love sucks and nothing can change peoples lives revolving around love and them spending their lives searching for it.

So I have vowed that I'm not going to romantically involve myself with someone in my life, I'm not going to fall in love.

I'm not inflicting unnecessary pain on my self. You're probably wondering how this has all come up and why I am thinking about the touchy subject of love.

I'll start with what I am currently doing as of this point in time I'm in the shower letting my tense muscles relax under the stream of warm water.

My mom thinks she's going to set me up with her best friends son who's moving back from Seattle to here in south California.

She has a son my age and to tell you the truth we have never met but I looked at his Facebook profile and he seems like a jerk. I know I seem like a stalker now but I promise you I'm not, at least I think I'm not.

My moms best friend, Denise, moved to Seattle just before I was supposed to be born because her husband Jeffrey was offered a job there for more money.

Nearly seventeen years later his old job was offered to him for higher pay than his job in Seattle.

Denise apparently wanted to move back here any ways because she didn't like Seattle as much as south California. Which is understandable because everybody loves the Californian sun.

School starts up in a week and I'm going to be a junior in high school which I'm not looking forward to because your junior year's always supposed to be the hardest.

I'm on the cheerleading team but I'm not your typical bimbo cheerleader. I'm smart, I get good grades and I try hard.

I don't do cheerleading for any superficial reason like popularity or for boys I do it because I have a passion for it.

I absolutely hate it when people stereotype me for being a cheerleader and I hate it even more when they want to be friends with me just because I'm a cheerleader.

I'm not super popular but cheerleading does get me a little bit of popularity, I have one friend that's on the squad also and she's my best friend. The rest of my friendship group aren't, some are on the dance team and some don't like sport.

That'd what I like about my friendship group we aren't in a click, which is great because to be honest one of my goals is to be the least cliche person I know.

I decided to get out of the shower because I was starting to shrivel up and that's always the indication you've been in the shower way to long.

As I walked into my big turquoise room I could here talking from down stairs and it wasn't just my parents.

I quickly dried my hair but it wasn't fully dry and then I applied powder cause I was going to cheer practise straight away. I got into my work out clothes because we didn't have to wear uniform to practise.

I wore spandex nike shorts with a tie dye pink and purple sports bra, I grabbed my nike running shoes and slipped them on. I grabbed my readily prepared kit bag and walked down the spiral stair case.

As I walked in the living room my mom and dad were talking to Denise Jeffrey and their son Nathan Rodriguez.

" Lexi, before you go to practise I'd like you to meet my best friend Denise, her husband Jeffrey and their lovely son Nathan." My mom said with a beaming smile displayed on her plump face.

" Hi, I'm Lexi their daughter, it's nice to finally meet you." I said while holding my hand out to shake with all of them.

As I shook Nathan's hand I felt his eyes rake down my body and I felt like I was being violated. I wish we didn't have to wear such provocative clothes but the school gyms heating is stuck on so it's sweltering in there.

He then had a stupid smirk spread across his face. While he continued to stare at my body. I'm sure he had seen plenty of girls naked by the looks of his Facebook page so why was he so openly checking out mine.

" well it was nice to finally put a face to the name, let me tell you, you exceeded my expectations of what you'd look like Lex." Nathan spoke out charmingly with a smile grazing his lips but a playful tone to his eyes.

" yeah... I'm going to go practise, see you later!" I shouted while walking out the door making a brisk exit.

God, Nathan's hot and he has an amazing bone structure, that jaw line and those cheek bones. He is also very buff and looks like he has a good set of abs on him. He obviously works out and play some sports.

His voice is so sexy though and he is so sexy, I think I fell in love.

What the hell am I thinking...