Sincerely, Sara

Chapter 11

I walked up to my locker. I hope this week would go by faster. I can't think of anything except the surgery and whether or not I should risk it.

I opened up my locker and shoved my backpack inside. "Hon, you okay?" Hector came up beside me "You look very stressed, being stressed gives you wrinkles"

I laughed at Hectors comment, leave it to Hector to make me laugh on a bad day.

"No really! Wrinkles would just ruin your face girl. That would be a shame." He smirked at me.

"Good to know you're concerned about my face Hec." I shoved his shoulder.

"I'm always concerned about your face. And mine. And my hair. How is my hair?" He instantly put his hand up to his hair and tried to 'fix' it, even though it looked just fine.

"Hector, your hair looks better than mine" I gestured to my messy ponytail.

"No offense but your hair is a tad messy sweetie." he laughed and closed his locker.

"See you later Hec."

"Tootles love!" he winked at me.

I slammed my locker and walked into my homeroom. Only Carl was in the room.

"Hey Carl."

"Hi."

"So I wanted to ask you about something, someone actually." He looked wicked nervous.

"About whom?" I raised my eyebrow at him and Izzy walked up.

"Uh... I'll tell you later."

"Dude, it's just Izzy, just ask!"

"Yeah I'm JUST Izzy." she rolled her eyes.

"Okay fine, it's about... Bridgett. I want to know if she likes me. Because I like her and I kind of want to ask her out."

Izzy and I turned to each other and then I shrieked and grabbed her shoulders. Carl jumped at our reaction.

"Duh! Are you an idiot?" Izzy pointed at him.

"I.. what?"

"Of coarse she does!" Anna exclaimed as she walked up behind us.

"Too many people know about this." Carl groaned.

"Too many people know about what?" Bridgett walked up next to Carl.

"Oh... Nothing." I smiled at her.