Part two
"Hey Emo girl, i see you found a boyfriend!" someone yelled, standing up in the backseat of a convertible that was driving past us, i was EMBARRASSED!!
"Ugh, I've been getting that all day. Someone in eighth period tripped me, and in ninth period, FACS class, someone dumped cookie dough all over my favourite light blue hoddie!" i said, getting a bit used to him.
"Is that why you're walking down the street in the pouring down rain in a shirt?" He asked in a teasing way while grinning, he didn't seem bothered, maybe he was used to it.
We walked for minute and minutes talking and laughing and teasing each other, until we reached my house, i couldn't believe a boy had just walked me home!
"We are here...my house." I said, i wasn't blushing anymore.
"This was fun...so." he said scratching his head in a shy way.
"So?" i asked back.
"Can I have your number?" he asked, taking out his cell phone and still scratching his dark black hair. I gave my number to him, then he asked me to stand by the fence so he could take a picture of me to put on with the number.
We said goodbye, and walked to our different roads, i was so happy and exited for some reason.
"H. B. Lee is full of preppy teens who hate Emo kids," I explained to mom and headed straight to my room. I looked around at all the boxes that I needed to unpack, turned my iPod on, and opened a box up.
It had all my composition books that i had kept since I was 12 (I'm 15yrs), they had poetry, music (bands I've written down to add to my iPod) and lyrics to some of my favourite songs. I put the composition books on my shelf and took the box apart then shoved it in my closet. I picked up the next box, and then heard knocking on my window.
I was a bit terrified, but it was day, so i decided to check out who it was. I dropped the box, then slowly looked down my window, i saw a familiar face, it was Damien.
"What the freak? You scared the crap out of me!" I exclaimed, opening my window. I guess i had freaked out because i had never had a boyfriend who came and knocked at windows.
He grinned at me.
"Hey, look, my friend is having a party, and he told me i could bring anyone. Do you want to be the someone?"
"Uh, yeah...ok!" I said, trying to act like i had some plans that i could subtract for the party.
"Cool. We're going to be driving there so I hope you trust a seventeen-year-old behind the wheel. Don't worry I have my license." He held it up and smiled.
"Wow, is that you? You look hot in that pic!" I said.
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