I had a couple of weeks that went as follows: Come, learn, leave. But it was better than being asked tons of questions that really, i wouldn know how to asnwer. I could tell them the truth casue then everyone would either feel bad or they would say i was lying and make fun. Then a great day came along, the day that cute guy started to talk to me. His name was Maxwell. It as probably a dare but he still talked to me and that was good enough for me. We hit off real well. I don’t want to say it was love at first convo but it really was. I think he even liked it. So if it was a dare, it back fired on the darer. And that was a start of the (mostly) good days.
Every day I would come in and look for him. For some reason I liked talking to him more than girls. Girls didnt like that too much. Esspically since he liked talking to me. The part that really set them off was that i was the new kid and i was already talking to the most popular kid in school. Then one day he came up to my locker after school, and said something that I really didn’t expect.
“I really like you, do you want to go to the dance tonight together?”
It wasn’t even a split second and I was like “Yes:D”
“Great, come get you at 6:50, here's my number…”
I almost died as I punched his number in to my stupid little flip phone, I could not believe it. I went from being the pregnant 10th grader called a slut to going to a dance with THE most popular guy in my school. The girls really hate me now. The dance went amazing. We ended up dancing together ever slow song there was. The girls were stareing at us
"Don't worry about them. They are just jealous" Max said
"Of what? What do i have that they really want"
"Me"
No respose from there. I wasnt exactly sure what to say.
Our first date other than the dance was to the movies. He pulled one of those yawn shoulder things (classic babe). There were more just like we lived in the '70s, we went to the movies about 4 times, went ice-skating, we hung out at a outdoor party thingy, we went to the mall with a couple people.
The mall was one of my favorite because they gave me some names, some were great and some were like “Where’d you get that one from????” One of the best ones was Osnov, and ocurse it was Max's.
"Really?" I look at Max tring to hold my laughter in
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From Model to Mother
Teen FictionI was a model. I was a gymnast. I was 15. It all changed when I went to the compition that was suppose to change my life for the better but instead it make it a diffrent kind of better
