Let Me Be The One // Benny Rodriguez // COMPLETED

Chapter #1 // The One?

Opal's POV

It's hot outside today. My friends Rebel and Jolie meet up with me and we walk around the mall.

"It's sad that we're almost in high school and have never kissed a boy." I hear Rebel say. Like her name, she's a rebel. She's the "bad" one out of us three. She drinks more and she parties HARD.

We roam around the mall for a bit, not knowing what to do. The little town we live in is a good ways away so if we want to make it back before dark, we need to leave soon.

"Aye, I need my fuel for the walk home so brb!" Rebel says as she disappears into a Starbucks. Jolie and I just laugh. She's a typical white girl as well.

She meets up with us again and we start our journey home, carrying our bags.

"Those boys over there are scaring me." I hear Jolie say. A group of older, men I think, are staring at us and our Victoria Secret bags.

"Walk faster." I say, and we all do.

"Y'all, Victoria don't want her secret out, imma bout to run home!" Rebel says, starting to sprint. Jolie and I, once again laugh, and follow.

Once we get back to our little town, we stop running and decide to walk.

"Wanna meet up at our normal spot?" I ask as we all catch our breath.

"Yeah but I wanna go put my bras up before any creeps see 'em." Jolie laughs.

"Same here." I smile and we all head home.

"Hey sweetie, how was shopping?" Dad asks as I walk in the front door.

"It was great," I smile at him.

"Hurry and head to your room, don't want your secret to get out!" He playfully puts on a shocked face. I laugh and head up to my room.

Once I get my stuff put up, I head back downstairs.

"I'll be back before dinner, Dad." I say, kissing his cheek.

"Okay honey, just be careful." He smiles as I walk out.

I meet up with Jolie and Rebel at our tree. We sit under this tree and talk about everything. Literally.

Once we had a conversation about French Fries. Because like, they're called FRENCH Fries, but they don't come from France, they come from potatoes. So do potatoes come from France? Nobody knows!

While we're sitting there, a baseball comes flying towards us.

"I got it!" Rebel yells as she catches it with her bare hands. "Okay... THAT HURT LIKE-"

I put my hand over her mouth.

"Not even my father uses that word. Don't you dare." I give her a glare and she nods at me.

To explain us better...

Rebel is the outgoing one with a wild attitude and will do just about anything. I'm the shy one who stays quiet around people I don't know and I'm also the good one. Jolie is good too, but I'm better. And Jolie is the smart one. She drinks, but not a lot, and definitely not as much as Rebel does. Usually you'll find her reading some romance novel in her room.

We look up as a boy runs up to us.

"Hey, sorry about that." He says, taking the ball.

I've seen him around before. We never talked or anything, but when we bumped into each other we were nice. I honestly think he's pretty cute, and he's super sweet. Anybody can tell just by looking at him that he wouldn't hurt a fly.