We all love someone way to fucking much. This is my story of how I met a boy names Christian Connor. He is a frustrating, sarcastic, son of a bitch, he is the worst and best thing that has ever happened to me. This is my blog on how my life changed since I met him, I’ll start from the beginning.
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I laid down on my comforter and opened up Stevie, my laptop. Yes I named him. I figured ever since the night I woke up and I was cuddling my laptop, I should name it. I opened up m blog and replied to the few letters that I get ever so often.
UN: “I love your life! Can I trade you?”
UN: “You are so funny! Can you be my new best friend?”
UN: “I’d love to get to know you!”
Basically the usual letters from my “fans” all 14 of them. I use my blog as a place to vent how I’m feeling that day. All my frustration and anxiety just melt away when I’m on my blog. “Today I was at school, the usual sitting in the back, reading, and not paying any attention to what Mr. Carter was teaching, and some idiot decided that it would be funny to call me out on not paying any attention and I called him a “Twat” and my teacher didn’t care for my use of “language” and sent me to the principal’s office. Since I basically have straight A’s and I never get sent to the principal’s office, he didn’t give me detention, or any sort of punishment and so I was out of the clear and sent off to my next class. I was on my way when a new kid tall-ish (or at least taller than me and I’m 5’2) beautiful blue eyes, wearing a hoodie, dark skinny jeans and dock martin looking boots, walked right into me and knocked my book out of my hand when I yelled at him he proceed to walk away. So much for being cute. I’m losing faith in humanity. Fucking people, Jesus! I think on that note I’m just going to end it here. See you all next time on my blog. ~Forever yours E. H.”
I closed Stevie and decided to change into an oversized gray hoodie, black leggings, and my black vans. What can I say, I love dark colors. I grabbed my keys and came down the stairs. “Where are you going!” shouted Abel. My older brother, he is tall, sharp jaw line, big green eyes and perfect skin. All of the girls at school fawn all over him. It’s disgusting. “To the book store!” “Can I hitch a ride with you there to Rylie’s?” Rylie is his girlfriend. She’s a bitch. She’s got big eyes, big boobs, and that all that guys really "need" to know about her. If she didn’t have those plastic sacks glued on to her she wouldn’t be as popular as she is now. “No” I told him, “Why would I want to take you when you can drive yourself?” i replied. “I need a ride because my car is in the shop. Please!” he got down on his knees in front of me and started to beg, but I just looked away, secretly hoping I can get more out of this. “I will do anything! I will wash your car just please take me there!” “Okay fine…” I said with a sigh “But only because you’re going to wash my car, and I will hold you against that”. We walked out to my cherry red 1994 ford torus and drove him to the bitch’s house. When we arrived she came out the door in the skimpiest clothing and ran to hug my brother. Talk about mouth vomit. After he closed the car door I drove away to my favorite place, Ground for Thought. A little coffee shop/ book store place that barely anyone knew about. That’s why I love it, because no one is in there hardly.
I parked outside of the shop, got out of my car and walked into the store. I herd the familiar jingle of the bell indicating that I have arrived. “Evie!” Jessica the owner yelled “I’m so glad you’re here! I was starting to get a little lonely without anyone here to talk to” she said as she pushed her long black hair into a bun. Her hazel eyes sparkled, and her nose flared as she talked. We gossiped with each other about the things that go on in school, until either of us run out of things to say. Once our conversation had finished I walked around the many shelves of worn out books until I found one that I liked “Beautiful Disasters” and I found a chair in the corner, behind all of the book shelves, pulled out my glasses and started to read. An hour passed by when I heard the bell jingle, curious about who came in, I tried to peek through the book shelf to see who it as but there were to many obstacles in the way, so I went back to reading. A pair of black boots came into my view but I didn’t bother to look up, until they were an inch away from my chair. I looked up and there was the boy who knocked my book from my hands in the hallway at school today. “Hey” he said casually with a smirk across his face. “….Hey” I said and then looked back down at my book to continue reading. “I’m really sorry for knocking your book out of your hand today, that wasn’t very polite of me” he waited for me to answer him but I only nodded my head at him and continued reading. He brought his hand over to my book and pushed it down with his hands, you could see every vain in them bulge out as he lowered my book. “I was hoping to make it up to you. Can I buy you coffee?” he looked at me closely hoping for a yes. “I don’t even know you, or your name, so no”. I tried to grab my book from his hands but he held it up about his head to where I couldn’t reach it and chuckled. That ignorant bastard. “Very mature” I said trying to jump and reach for my book. “My name is Christian. Christian Carter, and you can find out more about me if you say yes to coffee” he said winking at me. I huffed standing back on my feet “As much as I’d love to have coffee with a guy who probably only knows how to read at a first grade level, I can’t have coffee with you now. I have to go pick up my brother”. “How about tomorrow them?” he said looking me straight in the eyes, not breaking contact. “If I say yes will you give me my book back?” I said frustrated. He lowered his arm and gave me the book back, “I’ll see you tomorrow then” he said smiling at me. I grabbed my bag and walked towards the door, giving a look to Jessica of annoyance and she gave me a wink. “Wait!” he called to me “I never got your name!” “Evie. Evie Hacket” I called back to him and headed out the door.
