World War 3

"No stop! It's so cold! It's so cold!" I scream as Anna, Olivia, and Kathryn create a barrier around me and spray me. We started washing my mom's car about two hours ago and made no progress. What can I say? We can't take anything seriously.

"I'm not stopping until you tell me who you've been seeing!" Olivia threatened. I'm not seeing anyone! But I am looking at someone. How did she know? Probably because I'm an open book. I suck at hiding my feelings.

"Okay okay," I gasp, "Fine. I'll tell you," I told them about the bakery and how I spend my money on a lousy donut every day just so I can see his curly hair and beautiful eyes. I'm pathetic. I don't even know his name and my wallet's gonna be empty in less than a week.

Anna smiled. Not a sincere smile. "Oooh. Looks like Sara's got a crush!"

"Sara's got a boyfriend! Sara's got a boyfriend!" they all scream in unison. Yeah! Vocabulary word!

My bare wrist catches me eye. "Oh would you look at the time. I'm craving a biscuit. Okay. Bye. Don't bother following me. Alright. Love ya. Bye," I rush out the door before they can say anything else. That was close. They might ruin my chances with him. My oh-so small chances with him.

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The bakery came up on my left. People were piled inside, screaming and yelling and complaining. I'm never gonna be able to talk to him let alone ask him his name! My chances with him just got smaller if that's even possible.

The impact of the body left me on the ground. I grunted. Struggling to stand up, someone grabbed onto my hand.

"Oh jeez. I'm so sorr..." his voice faded. Our eyes met. His eyes were gorgeous. "Wow, I'm so clumsy. I'm just running late for work and..." he says gasping for air.

"Don't worry about it. Jimmy right?" Smooth Sara.

His hand reaches to scratch the back of his neck "It's Harry, actually," Harry. Well he-llo Harry. "And you are?"

"Oh, Sara" I replied casually.

"So Sara, would you maybe...uhm..maybe...wanna...uh," No way. No. Way. Is he gonna ask me out? Psh that's stupid. How could a guy like that be into a girl like me? "How about eight?" my train of thought was interrupted by his voice.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"A movie. Tonight. Eight?" Wow he's nervous.

"Yes! I mean, yea. That's great! I mean," I shuffle awkwardly, "cool" Wow.

He grins showing perfect teeth, "Cool." He jogs into the crowd. I pull out my phone and walk home, anxious to get this day over with.