Francena Nakamura never expected that, for the usage of her senior year, she'll be helping Julian Dean - star captain of the soccer team and her ex-crush - find her old pseudonym, Miss Incomplete.
Never did she expect, that in the process, she'll f...
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We've made it to 1K! Thank you so much for reading my story, thanks to all of those who voted and for all of those who comments (p.s. i read ALL of your comments and i love all of them).
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"This is such a stupid idea,"
Julian complains as I stapled on the last corner on the bulletin board posted at the school. The word on the paper scribbled neatly, Win A Date With Julian Dean, Who Could The Lucky Girl Be? I even added some colours and aesthetic to make the paper shine out.
"This is so embarrassing," Julian slaps a hand on his face, "no one is going to sign up."
I back up from the board and hit him solid on the chest, "that's negativity speaking; do you want to find the girl or not?"
"Ow, Francena!"
"Oh, shit, that hurt?" I turn around to face him, seeing him holding his chest, his face scrunched in pain, "Oh fuck, I did not mean to hit you that hard. Oh my god, I'm so sorry, oh my Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, sorry!"
He stopped bending over and straighten up. Before beginning to burst into laughter.
"Oh my freaking god, you freaking idiot!" I come to realisation that he played some cruel joke on me that actually made me believe he was in pain. "Ugh, you're so annoying, I hate you!"
I begin to walk towards the other direction, slightly pissed off that I actually fell into the trap that Julian posed and actually believe my light hit could've hurt a hard chest like his. I didn't get far though, before Julian grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I thought it was funny, alright?" Julian cooed, trying to get me to feel better. I made a face at him.
"You jerk, I actually thought I was strong enough to hurt you!" I declared, "I felt so freaking bad, for god sake, I bruised your eye and now that."
