The New boy

The Phonecall

Stress, stress, stress, and more stress. What am I gonna wear? What makeup look should I do? Should I just not talk or talk? I don't know... I'm stressed. I have homework and a test tomorrow. What a perfect time to plan a dinner. Yay. "Mom what should I wear for the dinner?" I scream. She walks in my room and picks something from my closet. "That. It's nothing big but you will look cute in it. Plus the dinner is just a dinner for friends to catch up on stuff and get together." She says. She starts to walk away but then I stop her. "Mom can you take a pic of me in it? Just so I can post on Insta." I exclaim. "Sure honey. go get dressed." I run to my bathroom that's across my room. I hurry and put on some heels and then lead her outside. "Why are we out here?" she asks. "We have to get good lighting for you to take the picture." I say. Snap Snap. The picture looks good. I kiss my Mom and run upstairs. "Upload.... boom it's done." The picture was uploaded.

After a couple of minutes I remember Taylor and his moms last name. "Taylor Weston..." I mumble. No social media this time. I want to get to know him. The Bridge Wood High School is known for making some pretty good couples, who knows this might be one of them. Buzzzzzz Buzzzzzz. My Phone is ringing. Its an unknown caller. "Hello. Who is this.?" "It's Taylor." he says. "How did you get my number?" I ask. "Your friends Karlee gave it to me." he says. "Oh well sounds like her." I say "Yay well I bumped into her during school and she told me a lot about you." He says. "Like what?" I ask. "Well for starters you like Tacos, your favorite place is the beach at night, you play volleyball, and you failed your driving test 2 times. Plus something else." he says. "Well she was right about everything but what's the something else?" I ask. "Well she told me that..." "Come on spit it out." I say. "That you have a big crush on me." he says. I pause with a little bit of embarrassment. "Did she really?" I ask. "Yep she did." He says. "Well I'll call you back. I'll see you at her funerial." I say. "Wait no, no. She didn't really tell me that I just wanted to see how you would act." He says. I don't say anything. "So you do have a crush on me." he says. "I knew it." he goes on. "I knew it." "Taylor I'll see you tomorrow." I say. "Wait.." he yells. I hang up. Oh... my... Gosh... I go and pull open my curtains and there he is. Sitting there. I open my window and yell, "I hate you!" He opens his window and yells, "You also like me too." I shut my window and close my curtains. I plop down in bed and scream into my pillow. "Great... Just Great."