Meeting half way

Chapter One: Boys, really boys.

Gwen

Who in there right mind could like a boy? I mean seriously, all they do is say nasty things and smell bad. I mean do any of the boys at my school shower, or at least know what a shower is. Are they that clueless that when i say ' Eww, get away from me' I actually do mean what I say .

But It's not like I hate every thing that falls under the category of male.

I like my dad, though to be fair I never knew him as a teenager. I of course love my grand father, who is living to a retirement home right now. Also I can kind of enjoy the company of my three year old brother when he is not trying to eat something he found in the sand box.

But when it comes to boys that are five to eight-teen I can't stand being any more than friends with them. But like always luck is not on my side and I have to end up spending 6 hours, 5 days of the week in a stuffy building with about 200 of them.

Damn my life.

At first I actually thought I might be a lesbian. I only reason this thought ever crossed my mind is because both my best friends had landed boy friends by eighth grade. Which left me to be the last single one in our best friend trio.

But after thinking it over in my mind, I liked boys I just don't like the boys that go to my school and the boys that live in this small corner of the universe. I like the boys in my romance novels and movies about ever lasting love. I want a man who will take me to Paris and kiss me in the rain. My friends call me sappy, but I know that every one has a soul mate and that everything happens for a reason. Fate is real.

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"Is it just me or does Picasso sound like a creep." Ange whispers to me while her straight, glossy strawberry blonde hair dangles over her sleeveless shoulder. Ange is one of my best friends, and a 5'3 stunner. With her tan skin and emerald green eyes. No wonder she has a boyfriend, but if I was her I would raise my standards. Not that Steve her boy friend is a bad guy, but he's just a typical teenage self absorbed boy.

We are in art class studying Picasso and his fascination with women, and so far I agree with Ange he does sound like a creep. I silently laugh at her comment and return to my book, I'm reading The Notebook for the fourth time this year and my obsession with the characters is just getting stronger. The characters can't help but be together - it's fate.

" Ms. Greene would you mind putting your romance novel anyway and start focusing on the lesson," Mrs.Ross says with a stern and tired look on her face, "this is going to effect your report card if you keep this up."

A couple kids chuckle while I blush and slip my book into my bag. Times like this I wish I could crawl into a hole where no one could see me, and be able to read my book in peace. I hear the girls in front of me talking so I decide to eavesdrop on their conversation, and of coarse it's gossip.

" Did you see him? Was he gorgeous? Tracy said he looked like a model from Abercrombie." Whispers a brunette cheerleader named Lola.

" No way, he is way hotter than a Abercombie model," responds a blonde cheerleader named Tessa, " I heard he moved here from Portland with his family."

A new kid, you have got to be joking. The last time there was ever a new kid here was in six grade and he only stayed a year.

" What the hell are you guys gossiping about now?" Ange asks joining their conversation.

" A new kid, he just moved here from Portland. Oh and he has that edgy bad boy look, I'm so glad I broke up with Travis. Now I can date Mr. Bad boy." Tessa explains to Ange. I probably looked confused because Tessa rolled her eyes and explained the new kid's story again this time directly talking to me.

Another boy, why couldn't it have been a girl or at least a not a guy who looks like a bad boy. Why couldn't it be a guy who was a gentle man and had a voice that made everything he said sound romantic. Though I guess I can't judge him yet since I havn't even met him. But seriously a bad boy, bad boys are not my type. Even though I don't really have I type since I tend to not engage any of the boys at my school. I like dreamy men with dazzling smiles and blinding white teeth.

I must of zoned out for a while because I left dream world and finally notice Ange's hand snapping in front of my face.

" HELLO, earth to Gwen. The bell just rang." Ange says as soon as we make eye contact.

" Oh right, well I guess I'll see you Sunday for band practice. Have a great weekend." I say to Ange before she slips out the door.

Sunday's are band practice days, Gigi, my other best friend, Ange and I started a band and so far we have only played at the school talent show when we were all freshman. To be honest I did not want any thing to do with it at first and my friends had to force me to even hold the mic. Now we cover songs and practice them every Sunday in Gigi's basement. Ange on drums, Gigi on guitar, and me playing bass and singing.

I'm the last person you would ever see singing in a high school rock band. The only reason I am doing this is because Gigi signed us up to compete in battle of the bands in a couple weeks.

That leaves us with only two more practise sessions and the only reason I agreed to compete is because the winner gets 7,000 dollars. Which means we each get 4,000 dollars, my dream trip to Paris the city of love is only a couple band practises in a smelly basement away.

It's the end of the school week and tomorrow is Saturday which means I can cuddle up in my warm, cozy and boy free attic bedroom, eat sour gummy worms, and read my favorite romance novels for the whole day. I love Saturdays.

Before I start my peaceful weekend I need to stop by locker and grab my extra books. I keep extra novels in my locker in case I lose one or forget to bring one, which has never happened but better safe then sorry.

I walk to my locker, thinking about my quiet weekend plans while staring at my shoes and smiling. I am so focused on my locker that I don't even notice the six-foot boy standing right next to me trying to open his locker.

Most of the time this wouldn't bother me but I know that the locker next to mine doesn't belong to anyone and hasn't for two years. I look up and meet eyes with the six-foot stranger standing in front if me. His dark curly hair curls around his ears and falls in front of his hazel eyes, I blush and turn back to my locker. I can't believe I blushed, I never blush just because a boy looks at me. I glance back at him and see his eyes have returned back to his lock. I take in his gray hoodie under a large black leather coat, he is wearing a pair of worn out looking black jeans and black high top converse.

This must be the new kid.

A/N

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