Paper Boat

C4: I hope it's just my brain who thinks about my big bussy.

CHAPTER 4: I HOPE IT'S JUST MY BRAIN WHO THINKS ABOUT MY BIG BUSSY

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Starting the next day, I was so determined to get his attention like some love sick and crazy teenage girl crushing on some popular hot boy - if you're following my life story you know damn well that is not why I had to be so excited on getting Hunter's attention.

Every time I do this thing where I force myself to function just to make someone fall in love, I almost want to kill myself.

Like today, I never wore T-shirts in class. I am more of a dress type of girl under a cardigan or denim jackets with matching ankle boots and seriously I only wore shirts at home but the shirts I wore were either plain or life changing statement shirt. And not this horrendous black t-shirt on me right now.

I didn't mind wearing t-shirt at school but come on! Black shirt? And a rock band plastered on it vividly really?

I was certainly going crazy.

This was all of my idea anyway. What the hell was I thinking when I come up to this stupid idea?

Oh wait. I am not really thinking that time.

Let's just hope that I will not look like an emo while wearing this. I mean I bought a bunch of this and planning on wearing them as often as possible.

Dear Lord, bless me on this.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against bands or black shirts. It's just that I am not comfortable wearing this kind of style and it sort of lessen my confidence level compare to what I was used on sporting.

To make myself feel better, I wore high-waisted jeans and tuck the shirt under it. My long legs were projecting nicely and my butt seems bigger from the tight pants but it was okay and not really asking for attention.

But what if it got Hunter's attention?

I quickly shake away the stupid thoughts building in my head. This is not what my head should be thinking of right now. No. I should not think about that at all.

My goal is to get his attention by the shirt I am wearing and no other reasons.

What would you do if he gets distracted with something else and not by your shirt?

My subconscious asks me. What do you mean something else?

You know your suggestive rear maybe?

I gasped. Suggestive? I take one last look at my behind and study it for a minute.

Damn right now that I think about it, it does look like a little bit eye catching. Yeah try, absolutely eye catching.

It was great though Hunter might actually talk to you this time, willingly.

I shook my head diminishing my clouded head with my own subconscious mind.

"Shut up!" I muttered to no one.

Plus it's not like Hunter was a butt guy. Okay seriously butt guy?

I meant he never appears to be a guy who objectify women by their appearances.

But... maybe I should change my clothes before it's too lat-

"Kiddo!" And just like that my dad shouted downstairs stopping me from changing.

"You gotta be late for school!"

Great just great.

Huffing, I jump on my boots but think better of it and eye the converse shoes that my mom gave me for my 17th birthday. The time when she thought my style would get any different.