It started when he moved to our small town in New Hope, Pennsylvania. It was in seventh grade, the start of our high school career in our small town.
As soon as I saw him with a group of guys already around him, I knew I had to know him.
He had just moved into town and yet he was already more known that I ever would be. Sure, I had a few friends, but I wasn't into sports or talking to lots of people. I was more of an introvert.
But, here I am, four years later and I still haven't talked to the kid. Four years later, and he probably doesn't even know my name. This year, I was going to change that. This was the year that I was going to get the boy and-
"What the hell are you doing?" My friend, Amaya, says, slamming my locker shut. "You're gonna be late to class."
"Sorry-uh," I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. "I was just daydreaming."
"What else is new? C'mon," she chuckles, bumping her shoulder with mine, leading the way to our next class; Trigonometry and Pre-Calc. About the only class I'm good at.
It just so happens that he's in this class too. He's a junior, but he just not be too good at math, which I don't mind because that means I get to see him everyday.
I take my seat, which is two seats behind him, and tap my pencil on my desk, laying my head in my hand. As I start to drift off into another daydream, a voice catches my attention.
"Can you stop tapping your pencil?"
"Uh-yeah-um," I start, my eyes wide as I stutter over my words. "Sorry, Shawn."
He turns back around, giving the teacher his attention as I daydream and copy down notes as best as I can. Before I know it, the bell is ringing and I'm pushed out into the hallway. Kids younger than me bump my shoulder as they walk past on the opposite side, making me roll my eyes. One particularly hard shove makes me drop my binder and papers onto the ground.
"Watch where you're going, doll," a mocking voice says as they walk past me. I don't even have to look up to know it was Brian, Shawn's best friend. Immediately I flip him off while trying to gather my things, no one stopping to help me. I hear his boys laugh at him as they walk down the hall.
"Get off the ground, dumbass. Let's go," I hear Amaya laugh, scooping some papers off the ground. I'm glad I always have her to lighten the mood or I would most likely be in tears right now.
"I'm so sick of boys thinking it's cute to be assholes to everyone," I huff, dusting myself off. "One day I'm going to round house kick the shit out of one of them."
"That's right, sweetie," Amaya just laughs, nodding her head sarcastically. "Let's get the hell outta here."
"So what're the plans for this weekend?" I question as we walk to Amaya's car.
"Party tonight and work the rest of the weekend," she groans, slamming into the driver's seat.
"Maybe I should try one of those job things out. Everyone has one nowadays. Maybe I'm missing something amazing!" I shout, sarcasm clearly present in my tone.
Amaya just scoffs and we pull out of the parking lot, going to my house, which is only two blocks from the school.
"See ya tonight, bitch," I grin, blowing my best friend a kiss.
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After begging my mom to let me go to the party and reassuring her I wouldn't drink, I start to get ready. I decide on an outfit and use my flat iron to get waves in my hair. By the time I'm finished, Amaya is calling me and telling me she's here to pick me up.
