N. Hanson's Point of View
As Homecoming approached, more and more tacky posters telling you to buy tickets appeared on the walls of the school. More and more girls were asked out in such cliche ways by boys. And more and more people who hated Homecoming, such as myself, grew bitter, since it was the worst time of the year.
For some reason, around Homecoming, the popular kids became even more intolerable. They would not shut up about Homecoming, cause it was the most important thing to them. Finding the perfect dress. How will they do their hair? Planning out the night into five minute increments so they don't miss a thing. Will you have your first kiss? Who knows?
Who cares?
"Hey." I heard a familiar voice greet me, I turned to see Bryce. I smiled a little, "Hey."
He looked down at me, "Going to Homecoming?" He asked, leaning his back against a tree near the bus stop.
I shrugged, "I don't really see the point." I looked behind Bryce's shoulder, the bus was almost here and his friends weren't, "Where're your friends at?"
"They got a ride from Taylor's mom, but there wasn't room for me and apparently I got up too late?" Bryce informed me, laughing a little. I smirked, "Looks like you're gonna have to slum it with me today."
Bryce laughed, "I'd rather much be with you than with them" A small blush appeared on my face, but I quickly shook my head, as if it'd disappear.
"You know... I don't feel too good." Bryce spoke suggestively, looking down at me. I looked up at him, "Huh?"
Bryce let out a few fake coughs and placed his hand on my forehead, "What do you know! You've got it too!" He dramatically spoke.
I furrowed my brows, Bryce wiggled his in response. I shook my head, "Nuh-uh. Not happening!"
"Oh! Come on Naomi, live a little." Bryce beckoned, smirking at me. I folded my arms across my chest, "Live a little? This is irresponsible Bryce!"
Bryce licked his lips, "So?" He asked cockily, his eyes glaring down into mine. My heart pounded out of my chest. Fucking hell.
"I hate you." I spoke, letting out a small laugh. "Yes. That's my girl!" He cheered, throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me with him as we walked down the street.
"You're a terrible influence on me, Bryce Loski."
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