I ran inside, grabbing my phone and punching in the number I had written on my wrist in the purple sharpie I always carried with me.
I thought about putting it under 'The Flash' - Brennan's favourite superhero. And thought better of it. But naturally, not very much better. 'Superman' went in, because I knew that it would make him mad.
I went to my room, stomping up the stairs just so that my dropout older brother would know exactly who was coming home.
When I got there I brushed through my hair, pulling down my bangs and putting foundation on.
I braided a bunch of tiny braids in the ponytail. I fixed my eyeliner and plopped on to my bedspread.
I pulled out my notes on Brennan. I rewrote the scrawled ones, putting them into piles of 'Likes'- 'Dislikes'- 'Events'- and 'Useless Information'.
At about five- thirty, I got bored and texted Brennan.
Hey Brennan this is Cammie.
After about a minute, my phone buzzed.
Sorry you've reached the number of sexy, not Brennan.
I grinned. Definitely Brennan.
Well I'll meet sexy at about sixish at the park. Bring no baes?
This was the shortest wait yet as he said,
So this is like a date?
I shook my head, grinning as I walked out of the house, putting in my earbuds.
Nah, just more than homework. ;) You are taking notes, right?
Yeah yeah I'll be there. :D
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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...
