You Promised

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: He's Just Trying Not To Sparkle In Front Of Everyone, Right?

"Ayeeeee, Faithster! Whaddup?!?"

Crap.

He's talking to me again.

"Um uh, nothing?"

"What kind of answer is that bro?"

"Ummmmmm wellllll...it's definitely an answer you'd say..."

That caused the idiot to laugh his walrus laugh.

Let me explain, I am currently on a school bus staring out a window, while an imbecile from my grade is talking to me.

His name is Preston. He has an...interesting looking, overgrown, copper colored, typical boy haircut and brown eyes. Funnily enough, he said he was planning on getting a bowl cut for his hair soon. Now, that will be a sight.

He always wore striped sweaters and long, black, dress pants --- even in summer. I swear he's probably a vampire or something.

He just doesn't want to sparkle in front of everyone, right?

While he kept babbling stupid stories to me, I pulled out my phone, and checked Instagram. I found another reply on the private message from earlier. It was sent 2 minutes ago. I guess I could reply.

EatSleepTennis: Good morning, how are you?

MusicalFaith: Good Morning! I'm amazing, other than the fact that it's Monday. How are you?

He replied quite quickly.

EatSleepTennis: I'm good, but it IS Monday, like you said...

MusicalFaith: lol. Are you on the bus?

EatSleepTennis: Haha, nope. I'm homeschooled, but my parents are planning on sending me to public high school at some point in time.

MusicalFaith: That's really cool! Trust me, you'll hate public school ;)

EatSleepTennis: haha whatever you say! Oh no, my mom is coming over here. She's probably going to make sure I'm actually doing schoolwork. Bye :)

MusicalFaith: bye c;

--------------End of Instagram-------------

I sighed as I turned off my phone, and wondered whether or not I would like public school or homeschool more.

"Hey, Faithster! Are you listening to me?"

Crap, not again.

• • •

"Hey, do you want me to carry your books for you?" He asked me warmly.

"Are you serious?"

What.

Just.

Happened.

"Of course I'm serious. Can I carry your books?" He asked once more, with a

heart-string-tugging smile.

"Sure, if you really want to," I replied with a sheepish smile.

I still can't believe that Cameron, a jock I've finally gotten over, just asked me this. I had a four year long crush on him, and I was convinced I was in love. That was until I realized that I wasn't capable of love yet, and 11346897532 other girls in my grade liked him.

He never really talked to me, unless our teachers put us near each other in class, but we never really got put near each other a lot. Other than that, he never really socialized with me. We were in completely different leagues. He was in the highest of high: King of populars. I was in lowest of low: follower of Nerd King and Queen.

Cameron has the blondest of blonde hair, and the most vibrant green eyes I've ever seen. He is slightly taller than me, but not by much. He always wore sports sweatshirts or t-shirts with shorts, long sporty socks, and cool looking shoes. Most likely Jordan's, because he is King Popular after all.

He took my books in his arms and walked with me to math class. I passed up my best friend, Jenn, on the way.

She gave me a look that said, "What the hell is going on?!"

I shot a sheepish smile back. She got the memo to stand back for a bit as I talked with Cameron, even though I knew she was listening.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd wear my jersey at the football game this weekend."

•End•

(A/N) Hi everyone! I hope you liked this chapter! I wonder how Faith will react to it.

How do you feel about this weird turn of events?

What do you think will happen?

Remember to keep on reading and vote if you'd like. Only if you like the book though.

See ya later,

Meheeeeeeegan