Brace-Face

Chapter 2

I walked to the front office of the school where my mom would pick me up. Fae came with me, like she always does. We reached the office, opened the glass doors, and there was my mom. She was a short woman, shorter than me, but not a midget. She had medium length wavy dark brown hair. She had green eyes, and she was wearing a sweater to compliment them. She was chatting it up with Mrs.Bohnman, the secretary, then she saw me and Fae, she turned around and greeted us. Then Fae left, my mother said goodbye to Mrs.Bohnman, and  we started to walk out the door. Then my mom pulled out the familiar colorful floral umbrella and put it above my head as I walked out into the sun, well, shade. 

We hopped into the silver Ford Escape, and I buckled my seat belt, and turned the radio to my favorite station, 101.9. The song, Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men came out of the speakers. I stared out the tinted window, tapping my fingers to the beat of the song. 

About five minutes later we reached the Dentists Office. That place looked like a Russian prison to me, the blank, grey, outside walls, and the smell of metal and fluoride just ticked your nose. I chose a chair carefully, most of them were stained, occupied, or smelly. I chose one and sat while my mom went up to the counter to sign me in. I had been here a few times, but apparently this time was serious, so mom and i weren't talking much. I picked up a Tiger Beat magazine from the side table, and started flipping through it seeing many images of Demi Lavato, One Direction, Taylor Swift, and The Wanted. I went to a quiz that was called What is your ideal date spot? I looked at the first question and it said, A guy asks you out, and you don't really like him you..... A)Slap him, B)Say flat out NO, C)Go with him anyway, D) Say no in a nice way.

I Picked say no in a nice way, I mean, trust me, I deal with this twenty-four seven. Before I could go to the next question, I heard someone sit down next to me. I peeked from my magazine, trying not to look like a stalker and saw....Henry Stephens. Henry Stephen was the kinda nerdy type, but amazingly cute and cool,not outcast, he has friends of his own kind. He wasn't a smart nerd, like the music nerd. Not the glasses, bow tie, pocket protector nerd. But he did have braces. He'd never be seen with a someone as popular as me, so he just hangs back from our crowd. But, The truth is, I have been secretly crushing on this guy since Freshman year. But I have never told a soul, because people expect me to like other popular guys, not who they call lame. He wasn't even looking at me through his flippy blond hair and icy blue eyes. He had his nose buried in a magazine. He wasn't gonna say hi.... maybe I should. I have no idea! I'm too chicken! Even though I'm loads more popular! Why am I so nervous? 

Then I looked down at my feet. My pink grey Toms were like a millimeter away from his red Vans. I moved my foot an inch so they were touching, then he quickly moved his out of the way. I was about to say something, but then my name got called to go get examined. Oh crap.