I leapt out of the car and ran towards the school's bathroom, my makeup bag being pulled out as I did.
I hurtled through the halls. I could see the door to the bathroom. Suddenly, there was a flash of black hair and I was on the floor.
Through a daze, I heard a boy's voice.
"Hey um- sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going and I'm new and sorry."
When my vision refocused, I saw a cute-ish guy with shaggy black hair and long eyelashes.
He was dressed like a punk kid, which- call me weird- but I honestly find attractive.
He kept apologising as he helped me up. "Thanks so much- no no no- it's my fault."
As we stood in the hall, his blue-green eyes seemed to pull me in...
"CAMMIE!" I turned at the familiar voice.
How could I forget.
Ryan Dennis.
There was a moment when I looked at the boy that I had just knocked over before Ryan had me in his arms.
My feet left the ground and my hopes of getting to know the boy behind me sunk. I tried not to grimace at the sickening sweetness of the boy whose arms were wrapped around my waist.
"Hey sunshine, you look awful; what happened this morning?" My insides twisted and fought the urge to glance back at the new, friendly face with glasses just like mine and eyes like pools.
"I woke up late." I said, deadpan. That was the thing about Ryan. It didn't matter what mood I was in. To him, I was always in the mood for making out.
The boy was as stupid as an ox- twice as strong and more horny than the largest rhinosaurous. In other words, he was a complete ANIMAL.
And yes, he is my- gag- boyfriend.
The reason why I'm with him doesn't matter. Even to the reader of the journal.
Trust me. It is not relevant.
I extricated myself from his arms and saluted sarcastically as I practically ran down the hall backwards, somehow managing to find the courage to wave at the boy I ran over, who was standing with a shocked expression.
"See you later, Sunny-" Ryan called. "And don't forget your breathmints!"
I ground my teeth, scowling, but once he was out of sight, I quickly checked my breath.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good, either.
But what did I care? It's not like there was anyone worthwhile In- I looked at my schedule- Mrs. Bridger's English.
After finding the room, I stepped inside, breathing deeply.
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Teen FictionCammie is sweet, cutesy, sarcastic, sometimes morbid, and violently social. Reemee is just the chick who is trying to fit in at the new school. Brennan is flirty, sarcastic, and smoother than butter on ice. Josh is so sweet he makes honey jealous, k...
