Chapter 1. Sebastian

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( Kylie's POV)

"Fresh meat!" A senior called signaling the other jocks.

It was anything but.

"Hey Bradshaw'

When Sebastian was happy I was Bradshaw when he called me Kylie he was probably irritated. I guess it was convenient for him to call me by my last name.

"Hey Kidd!"

I met Sebastian over the summer at the park of course babysitting my brat of a sister. He was a girls fantasy muscular, sexy and romantic. Though I could never catch him alone  because the girls crowded him.

Summer:

I saw him in the showers as I applied suntan lotion piercing my eyes at his six pack. He waved from afar, I turnt around thinking there was some broad model behind me attracting him but it was no one there but me.

"Hey"

I waved back and continued drenching myself in lotion .

"Need help?"

The whole idea of a complete stranger touching my lower back area disgusted me, so I politely declined. He sat beside me supporting his arms on my chair.

"So whats your name?"

"Kylie Bradshaw.. you?"

"Thats too complicated I like to keep it simple, how about Bradshaw" he replied ignoring my question.

I didn't find "Kylie" too complicated, but I guess it was.

After about an hour of chatting he pushed me into the pool and the brawl was on. I dunked him into the pool. His hair became curly as the water hit his thoroughly combed hair.

"Not cool Bradshaw" he said locking me into his arms.

We awkardly stared into eachothers eyes as the pool lights lightened our faces. His lips hovered over mine sealing a kiss. Suddenly I felt as though it were just him and I. The moment was quickly ruined by a crying baby. Nonetheless its was romantic.

"Well im going get going, see you later Kidd" I said waving goodbye.

My stomach grew butterflies as I thought about him. Guys like Sebastian never second looked me. They always made me out to be some creepy nerd. Espically previous crushes such as Ethan, my friend Pug still finds the whole incident to be hysterically funny, even after years later.

Flashback

It was seventh grade during Mr. Edmunsons class, when I tripped over a math book falling into Ethan's arms.

"Get off of me wierdo!" He yelled pushing me away.

I was so embarrsed. I went so far as to draw red dots on my face with permanent marker resembling chicken poxs just so my mom let me stay home from school. Ever since I ignored Ethan, and I did a pretty good job since I haven't seen him since that day. Pug was a childhood friend, she wasn't originally called Pug. Before she was innocent little Mary Kate. But since the day she wrestled Mrs. Wender's pug for stealing her baloney sandwich everyone known her as Pug. Even teachers. Her and Danny and I were inseparable until Casey came around. Casey was a fifth grade rebel. At first I tried to avoid her, mostly because that girl is scary.
Patricia of course was bullying me again just like what seemed to be everyday.

"Leave her alone. Its bad enough you tease everyone in school" Casey boldy announced.

Patricia surprisingly listened and left me alone.

From then on the four of us were the four blind mice. It was hard bringing the entire Sebastian case along in the situation.

Present

"What!" Casey yelled "Kylie you are not having a boyfriend before me".

It was obvious that Kylie being as narcissistic as she was would find a way to make herself relevant in my relationships.But pug was awfully quiet.

"Pug any comments" I asked tossing a pillow to get her attention.

"Well since we're on the subject im actually seeing someone too" Pug explained.

Me and Casey's eyes enlarged, the thought of my shy little pug dating was hard to believe.

"He's in college and his name's Eric"

A college guy?!

Pug was the goody two shoes girl who valued her grades. A college guy was out of all of her leagues put together. My mom allowed me to invite Pug and Casey to spend the night as long as my bratty sister Molly wasn't excluded.

"Okay so Barbie and Ken are happily married with a dreamhouse?" Casey asked

The whole barbie scenario was pretty wierd. It didn't help that we had an eight year old trying to explain anything either.

"Yeah and they live with her three sisters" Molly said holding three naked miniature dolls

"And why are they naked?" Pug asked.

We all laughed.

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