Tempted

blessed

August 21, 2014

Hi, I'm Brittany. Most people call me Brit. I'm 14 years old and I'm starting high school in a week. Since middle school graduation I couldn't stop thinking about this one boy. His name was Luke. It was his last year at my school. I was overly attached and of course started to cry. I knew that I had to let go, because we were never going to see each other ever again. Or at least that's what I thought...

2:54 P.M.

I went out to lunch with my stepdad's boss Mark,and got told some very exciting news. He has been fixing up a house down the street from mine for new people to move in. He asked me if I knew anyone with the last name Johnston. I said yes. What's his first name,Mark asked. Luke.

3:30 P.M.

I unlocked my door and walked inside my house, daydreaming about Luke. This was my chance. I didn't have to say goodbye to him. Since we are the only kids in the neighborhood, I thought that this would be a great chance for me to ask if he wanted to hang out. I just didn't know how to approach my parents about this. They didn't care if I had a boyfriend or not,but I don't think my stepdad likes Luke. On Luke's first day at his new house he did something he wasn't supposed to do. He didn't know he wasn't supposed to do it though. He went in the shed and found a spray paint can. Then, he started to spray paint the walls. The shed was practically falling apart and should have been teared down,but wasn't.

I really wanted to hangout with Luke but I didn't know what to say. I needed a guy best friend and he could be it! I thought that on the way home from school I could just get off the bus at his house, hang out for a few hours, and then walk home. The walk wasn't even five minutes long.

6:24 P.M.

I finally got up the nerve to text him. I said "hey". The message wasn't delivering. I had some free time before I had to do chores,so I checked my Facebook. It showed that "Luke Johnston was tagged in a post". It showed him and his friend playing soccer. Luke had on his plain white tank top that showed off his arms, his neon yellow shorts and cleats. He looked so hot.

7:46 P.M.

I was sitting in bed, texting my best friend Victoria. She always helps me whenever I need her. But we were helping each other this time. She was head over heels for this sophomore named Steve. He is tall, athletic, outgoing, and funny. He's all she would ever talk about.