I was in 7th grade when i realized that i was invisible. well not that kind of invisible.
no. it was more like i was just, you know "anonymous. a, n, o, n, i, m, o, u, s. anonymous."
"sorry thats wrong. w, r, o, n, g, wrong"
its not like i didn't try.i mean i was really a big "loser. l, o, s, e, r, loser"
of course, when it came to love, yea that sucked. s, u, c, k, e, d, sucked.
there was another thing coming against me.
i hear a knock on the door after i set the box on the table. i turn around to see this attractive guy standing there with a plate.
"Hi." i smile, whipping my hands on my pants.
"Hey. i'm Josh. i live just next door and, uh, my mom sent me over with these brownies or something."
"oh hi, i'm Kaitlynn. oh well, we just moved here. i mean, duh. i mean the boxes and everything." i ramble on.
"holy jamalama" he says looking over my shoulder.
the other thing is my mom.
"hi, i'm Lori" she smiles sweetly.
the boy, Josh, grabs the plate from my hands and hands it to my mom.
"I made these for you. be careful you're hot. i mean their hot, so hot."
my mom didn't have any trouble landing men. she has trouble keeping them.
i used to keep track. but i found it exhausting. so i was calling each "Skip". because eventually that's what they all do. it's happened so many times that my mom has developed a very mature reation. a quick therapy or two or three. then we pack up the car and flee to another town.
maybe being invisible does have it's advantages. cause moving all the time, i never had to say those awkward goodbye thing.
but enough about me. this story isn't about me. it's about him, Ashton Irwin. let's face it, he is the man. Captain of the soccer team, his family's loaded. (maybe somewhere between a vogue model and a greek god).
i remembed the first time i spoke to Ashton Irwin. its not like he blew me away or anything. i mean i was totally in control.
"hi."
"yeah. i mean. no. i mean." and that's where i begin to stutter. great. all Ashton did was stare at me with a big grin showing his stupid dimples.
"i'm not quite ready to order." he says with his stupid smile showing his stupid dimples, again."thanks"
please tell me i did not just curtsy.
what was i thinking. of course a guy like that already had a girlfriend, or two, or three.
"i don't get it. all these girls look confident and cool. how do they not know Ashton's cheating on all of them"
"he's the total operator. he goes out with girls in different cliques so they never actually talk to each other. and then he tells them his father doesn't let him date during soccer season so they have to keep it a secret" Angie (my co-worker and somewhat friend) says.
"wow. how did you know all of this"
"just a lucky guess" Ang says in the verge of tears.
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original story "John Tucker must die" i do not own any of the characters or the story plot all rights reserved to creator of "John Tucker must die.
so i decided to make this into a fanfic yay. :)
ana
