Short Stories

Not Your Typical Love Story - Short Story 4

I find it pretty easy to predict what's going to happen in a love story. Who is going to fall for who? The bad boy and good girl, the popular guy and shy girl, the nerdy guy and popular girl. All of these love stories are so basic. But not mine. My love story is not your typical love story.

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"Chad, hey wait up!" I called to my best friend, Chad Dunlap, as he sped away on his bike. I straightened my leather jacket, pedaled faster, and caught up to him.

"Dude, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry up," Chad said. I sped ahead of him and into the student parking lot.

We were sophomores at Middletown High School. I, Keith Miller, was still stuck at 15, so I couldn't drive. Chad had been taking his test for the past two months, and finally passed last week. He just rode with me in the morning to keep me company. 

"Good morning, boys." A short but thin lady greeted us as we walked through the main doors.

"Good morning, Principal Sharon," Chad and I said together. We walked past her and to our lockers which were right next to each other, thanks to me.

When we were first assigned our lockers, Chad's was down the hall from mine, but I persuaded little Timmy Green, who originally was next to me, to switch.

I gave my locker a hard kick and it opened.

"Wow, Keith," a girl behind me giggle, "you must be really strong to open your locker like that."

I didn't even need to turn around; I knew who it was: Meghan Jace. She's had a crush on me since the eighth grade.

I rolled my eyes.

"Move along, Meggy," I jeered.

"Geez, Keith. That locker is going to break if you keep doing that," Chad warned after Meghan had walked away.

"Whatever, I don't care about my locker," I said.

"You know, you should really make sure nobody is looking if you want to do that." An unfamiliar voice made me turn around.

A girl, exactly my height, stood in front of me. She had straight, blonde hair and blue, almost gray eyes. Her arms were crossed over a dark jacket similar to mine. 

"Who are you?" I snapped.

"Kat. Kat Willis. I'm new here," she clarified, "Who are you?"

"Keith Miller," I answered.

"As I was saying, if you do that in front of a teacher, you're in trouble. You have to wait until nobody is looking..." She glanced in both directions, "then slam your locker."

She kicked her own open locker, two down from mine, hard. It banged shut. With a flip of her hair, she stalked off in her black combat boots.

I stared at her, my mouth wide open.

"Woah, Keith," Chad said, appearing at my side, "Looks like you've got yourself some competition." 

"I don't like that girl. I don't like her one bit." I snarled.

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Ok, ok. You are probably thinking that I'm either going to fall for Meghan or Kat. Well, you could be right, you could be wrong.

Who do you think it is?

Team Meghan or Team Kat?

Keep reading to find out.

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"You can go."

My science teacher finally dismissed the class. I met up with Chad, and we walked to lunch.