Chapter 3: Story of my life.
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Nathan's POV
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Who the fuck is this girl? Who does she think she is, calling me a dickhead. I have done nothing to her yet she ignores me. I could tell what type she was. She was a nerd. Study hard and all that self improvement crap. I hated nerds. They think they are so much better that us. I saw her descend the stairs and I was at a loss of words.
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She was stunning. She had a cute black dress on that hugged all the right curves. Her hair was perfectly styled. She wore stilettos, I'm actually surprised that she can walk with those. Her blue eyes stood out. She really looked stunning. I sighed. She and my mother exchanged some words. I wasn't really focused. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. Oh come on, snap out of it dude! We walked towards the car and I slid in the back seat with her next to me. I could feel her body heat against my arm. I stared out of the window with a bored expression.
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I was really just trying to figure her out. She was obviously a nerd but the way she looked now. She can probably make Queen Bee if she wanted to. My phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw the familiar name flash across the screen. My best friend, Paul.
*Text.*
Hey man, what ya doing? Could I come over?
*end of text.*
I sighed. I wish he could.
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I replied back.
Sorry dude. Out with family and new girl. Maybe tomorrow, see ya at school.
I locked my phone and slid it back in my jeans. I turned to look at Amy. She was texting someone too. She looked sad. I wonder who she is texting. Probably her boyfriend. Whatever. We arrived at a Italian restaurant. I climbed out and closed the door the same time Amy closed hers. I locked stares with her and she looked away.
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Did I detect a blush? I guess not. She hates me. Besides she is so below my league its not even funny.
(Sorry guys, but its only a short preview. I'm planning this story to be written mostly in Amy's POV but I'll insert Nathan's POV when its important, so bare with me. Love you guys!)
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Amy's POV
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We stopped at a Italian restaurant. It looked expensive. I climbed out and closed my door the same time the asshole did. We locked stares and I looked away. Gods why did he have to be so sexy.
