Who's That Girl? (Christian Anthony)

Chapter 3

**Bella's POV**

i sat and watched the rest of the basketball game, Christian shot a few hoops, his team ended up winning, i was so happy, i was cheering and clapping for his team, well especially him, i don't know why but there was just something about that boy that made him just special and just so different to all other boys.

There was another meet and greet after the game out at the back gate, i ran out of the stadium to the gate, i was the first one there.

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after about a 30 minute wait, the fence had crowded up and the boys walked out, one by one, then came the screams.

"BROCK CAN YOU PLEASE SIGN THIS"

"LUKE CAN I PLEASE HAVE A PHOTO"

I just tuned out to the screaming, then out came Christian, *flick* that's it, he's just so perfect i'm dead.

"CHRISTIAN, CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A VIDEO ON MY PHONE!!!" he walked over and took my phone and recorded a selfie video saying 'i love you Bella, your so beautiful!" then he stopped it and went on something else, typed a few characters and handed me back my phone.

"text me later okay" he said, then winked and walked over to some other girls calling out for him.

I looked at the screen, it was on my contacts, and there was one named 'Christian<3' with his number clearly saved underneath!

**Christian's POV**

there, i did it, i had my chance and saved my number in her phone, i really hope she texts me, i really want to get to know her.

**Bella's POV**

today was great, best day of my life, i was sitting on my bed thinking. Was this really Christian's number? Did he want me to text him or was he just being nice? I kept replaying the video over again 'i love you Bella, your so beautiful' 'i love you Bella, your so beautiful' my heart was telling me to text him, but i had to many thoughts in my head that it wasn't him, it was a prank or something. Nope i wont.

Eventually i fell asleep.

**Christian's POV**

it was 9:00pm, why hasn't she texted me yet? I sat there on my bed just staring at the wall, only then did i realize it was such a plain, dull white colour, i didn't like it, i should paint over it tomorrow, seeing we own the house. My thoughts have trailed off, all i wanted to think about was this girl, i wanted to keep remembering what she looked like, her beautiful, long brown hair, how it was in perfect ringlets today, her dimples, deep blue eyes and perfect figure, she was simply amazing, i want her, no, i need her.

I fell asleep to my thoughts, and of course, i dreamed about her, the girl that, i think, i might be in love with, is love at first site possible?