I watched the boy with the brown hair look back at just the wrong moment. I watched his eyes flash; his head hit the cement so hard it mad me wince. And I watched the people around him laugh. He had eyes that sparkled and and jaw that could cut glass. I walked towards him and- there was another girl.
(#storyofmyfrickinlife) They talked for a bit and I was so close I could see the blind hope in the boy's eyes, and the slight discomfort in the girl's. The girl's face had worry for a second, and she leaned to other boy, who whispered something in her ear.
Then the girl spoke to the boy on the ground, and she left. I noticed she had on nearly the same skirt as me as she stormed into the building, a few boys trailing after her.
The boy put his head back on the cement, turning to the side.
It took me a moment to realize that I didn't have the courage to talk to to this guy.
But then I licked my lips, stepped forward, and closed the space between the boy and I.
"Hey," I said, looking down at his face framed in grimy cement. "Hi." He said.
Not unattractive. Friendly.
"You need some help?" I asked, extending a hand towards him.
"Naw." The boy said. "I think I like it here." Then he took my hand and pulled himself up. "My name's Warner." Then he looked at me, finger guns flashing. "Brennan Warner."
I blinked, then grinned. "I'm Morgan." I said, trying a James Bond accent. "Reemee Morgan."
To my surprise, Brennan laughed, giving me a high five. As our hands came down, he kept a hold of mine. I pulled out; no time for boyfriends.
I wasn't getting boyfriend vibes from Brennan anyway. So it was all cool.
"Hey, Blue Eyes, where you at?" I shook my head and focused on Brennan. "What?" "I asked what class you had, like, four times."
I checked my schedule quickly. "Math, What about you?" "English. Shall we?"
In almost a gentleman-like gesture, he offered his arm. I took it with a grin.
We had just found my class when the bell rang. "Oh no, babe." He cried dramatically as I opened the door. "You go! I'll find my own way!"
And there was a flurry of good-smelling cologne-and he was gone.
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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...
