Cute And Romantic

first day

I walk down the hall, alone. Like always. First class is gym and I'm not excited.

I enter the changing room, and through my bag on the bench. I pull my top over my shoulders lazily, since no one is around. My bra looks like this.

I then pull off my tights to show my matching underwear. I go to the mirror and stare at myself, I'm okay looking, long brown hair, naturally highlited, I'm around 5"8 and I have green eyes with long eyelashes. Most people would say that's attractive but my school is all about blonde, blue eyed girls. I have my reading glasses on which accent my nose nicely. I play my hands on my hips and look at my socks. I have an "attractive" body, small hips, thigh gaps, a flat stomach and a small waist. But I always find flaws, I can't stop. The fire creaks open and I swear I jump 4 feet in the air.

Instead of the blond bitches, Alex. Alex the player, the football make you fall over kind of guy. I grab my shirt and cover myself.
"Haha your checking yourself out." He grins at me. I blush and say, "well I sure was, who wouldn't with this body?!" I say pointing back at myself and dropping my shirt on the ground and moving hips in a model way. He just nods and walks past, which I don't notice until I step back and fall into him.
"Oh shit, sorry." I say on top of him, his hands immediately going to my hips. Which makes me shiver. "Yeah.. it's okay." He says as I get off. "I'm just trying to find Kaylee, do you know where she is?" I shake my head, Kaylee and I are opposites, I'm artsy, smart, dark features, she's basic, dumb, light features and is dead rich. Alex is very rich also, he has dark features for the most part, ruffled black hair and icy blue eyes and a body like no other and a smile that melts you away.

I get up and help him up,
"Well sorry for falling into you." I joke. He chuckles and sighs, " Kaylee's having this party tonight if you want to go, you can be my guest." He suggests. I don't think it's the best choice but my parents have been literally nagging me to go be social so maybe a little party can't hurt? Said every teenager ever.
"Sure... But I don't own a car." I say scratching my neck awkwardly. "I'll pick you up at 4, I need to go buy beer and crap so I won't be able to get you otherwise." I nod to him and he leaves.

I put on my gym clothes and jog to the Feild.

------- around 4

"Mable I swear to god!!" I tell at her tearing apart my closet. "MAE I KNOW YOUR MAD BUT YOU HAVE SO MANY CLOTHESS!!!" she yells back, I roll my eyes, lying back on my bed. Something to know about my family, my oldest sister Carson commited suicide 12 years ago, I know it sounds bad, but she was 10 years older then I am, I was 4 and Mable was 3, my mom had left at that point and all we had was our drunk, abusive father. Which we still do, he "works" aka sells drugs and when he comes home we lock away and hide, that's how Mable and I are so close. I know I seem pretty chill about it, it's only because I've never known what it's like having an actual good family, and I've spent years crying but it hasn't gotten me anywhere. My future plans are to get a scholarship to Harvard, study to be a surgeon, have a job and buy an apartment with other people so my sister can live with us. I'll get my degree and make tonss of money, and love what I do.
"This is it." Mab says stern voice, I stare into our shared closet, even though mine over flows. Our house is 2 bedrooms and 1 bath but we never use that needle infested bathroom, we go to our park down the street and we use our schools shower.

Just then I hear a knock on the door I get up and curse, I was supposed to wait outside, so he wouldn't need to come in. I walk to the door and slowly slip outside.
"Hey! What's?.." he trails off seeing me hiding my inside. "Oh.. uh my mom is cooking in her underwear?" I sound like I ask. "Oh okay, good thing I didn't see then." He jokes and I just plant a small smile. I look in front of me and there's a beautiful, black leather, Harley motorcycle. "Holy crap! This is yours?" I laugh/yell. He just hums.
"Can I drive?" I joke but he seems to take it seriously. "If you want to" he shrugs handing me a helmet. I stare at him wide eyed and then hop on a start up the motor, he than plants down behind me and nervously plants his hands on my hips. I rev the engine, "you know I have no I dead how to drive these things." I say to him. "I am fully aware of that." He jokes and with that, we zoom forwards.

Alex goes into the liquor store whilst I sit outside and read my book, 1984. A classic, I've read it about a dozen times.
"Jesus your even smart!" A low voice says waking my way, I whack him with my book and smile. He's so cute, he's just in a relationship... "Stopp.. it's 1984, a frickin classic, it's impossible not to love!" I admit. 'ive never read it.." Alex says quietly. "Well have mine, I already have a couple copies, but this one has all my little notes and thoughts scribbled in it so sorry." I say handing it to him he thanks Mr and places in the motorcycle compartment.