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She was trying t o convince me into thinking that Matt hadn’t come over last night, when we were supposed to have our first movie night ever, because he was busy with homework. Ugh, give me a break Aimee. This whole-“It was completely unknown! How was Matt supposed to know Mrs. Dodge was giving him an essay about Chinese culture?” -thi ng was pointless. “Aimee, please stop. You’re driving me insane!” “Ohmigah Trac… ”Aimee’s mind was floating into another galaxy. “What?”I said as I quickly spun around to see what she was completely star struck over. “Whoa.”I said. “Whoa.”A imee repeated. “Who’s the hunk?”I asked, my eyes still looking the supermodel from head to toe. I don’t think I was the only girl either. The whole hallway of Tim Martin High was practically hypnotized, even the guys. “Well, I’ll be darned. I had a feelin g Shane was coming.”Ashley said putting her books in her locker. “You always hav e a feeling or dream about something Ash.”Aimee said. I looked at the superstar-oops, sorry- supermodel over and over again until his gorgeous face replayed over and over in my mind like one of Miley Cyrus’ songs. His shiny, brown, and long shaggy hair- OMG, just like Justin Bieber’s, - compli mented his perfectly bronze skin. His beautiful brown eyes, which I’m such a suc ker for, watched as people stared at him in amazement. He looked as if he just c ame out of a magazine with his blue denim jeans and nice brown leather jacket. L et’s not forget his black shirt opened a tad bit to see his chest. The bell rang , and people rushed out of the hall, girls bumping into each other still dazed. “Tracy?”Ashley shook me. Still, Shane’s image replayed in my mind. “Tracy!”Aimee screamed. Loud enough for three other girls to turn and look at us like freaks. This is why we sit in the corner of the lunchroom, by ourselves, like the freak s people take us as. I finally noticed that Ashley had come by to check in her locker. Her blond bob sort of hid her blue eyes as she took out her Science book. Her brown mini dress and black leggings, plus her brown flats, really made her look pretty today. Oh god, Shane had a disease. Once you saw him, the whole world seemed beautiful. “Somebody was totally having a moment.”Ashley said as she flipped through her pa pers to find her Science report. “No I wasn’t.”I said as I came to my defense. “ Dude, you were busted stone cold. You were basically drooling. I had to literall y scream your eardrum out.”Aimee said. Oh, please don’t remind us. Freaks! “It was just that he had that brand new leather jacket I’d wanted for my birthda y.” It was true. I really wanted that jacket for my seventeenth birthday. But, a ccording to my parents, “It’s something not necessary. Tracy, get something more useful like, oh maybe an, atlas! Yes, an atlas!” So, that’s what I got, a frea kin’ atlas. My mom and dad are both professors at the community college. Mom tau ght math and Dad taught English. “Ok sure.”Aimee said half convinced. I was more convincing than her earlier, whe n she tried to tell me that my soon to be boyfriend, Matt, missed our date at my house because of a social studies essay. Wow, really believable. “Yeah, anyway girlies, I have to go. I can’t be late for class. See ya lata!”Ash ley said as she scurried to class, her brown mini dress flying in the air. The h all was empty, only leaving Aimee and me. “Ash is right. I gotta jet…uh… see ya at lunch!”Aimee said leaving me in the hall alone. Well, looks like I’ll be late for class. I turned the combination on my locker, and pulled out my math book. I turned around to a quick surprise. “Ohmigod! You scared the crap out of me!”I turned to see Shane behind me. His brown eyes smiling at my horror.“I’m sorry to scare you. Uh, hi I’m Shane. Shane Austin.” He gave a silly crooked smile. Soo n enough, he gave a laugh too. I almost had a heart attack, and he was laughing. Boys are idiots. “This is funny?”I asked. “No, I’m sorry. I just wanted to ask someone where clas s…. Math class 4D is? See, I looked around for someone and I guessed that everyo ne was in class. I didn’t wanna be late either so, when I saw you, I ran quickly . ” “Oh, well maybe you should try out for track.” Shane laughed, his beautiful movie star laugh-sorry it changes so much-which is part of the reason I didn’t g
et that upset when he laughed the first time. “Well, luckily, we have the same c lass, Mrs. Donalds, so yeah. Just follow me.” I turned to close my locker and th e superstar of Tim Martin High, followed me, me, to math class 4D. I wasn’t tota lly sure about the situation but, thank god for math! Chapter 2 So we walked to class, LATE. Here’s just a little F.Y.I., Mrs. Donalds hates lat e students. She almost died when Cindy Monroe, came let from a doctor’s appointm ent. The lady was crazy with her long black hair and weird long skirts. She look ed like a gypsy with those beady light green eyes. The lady got upset even when it was your first time being late to school. Mr. Clover, our science teacher, co uld’nt care less just as long as Beyonce was still singing and Lil’ Wayne was st ill rapping.As we opened our classroom door, I heard gasps and jaws drop, litera lly. Even my friend Ryan’s face expression said a common quote of “Whoa dude!” “ Ms. Williams you know I don’t like late students! I can tolerate Mr. Austin’s ex cuse because he is a new student. This is a warning! If it happens again, there will be detention.”Mrs.Donalds cried. “Ok.”I said plainly. Mrs.Donalds shot me a mean look. How was the woman married? While I was walking to my seat, B.B. Collins looked at me and gave a quick smirk . The sun from the window, the window with the beach outside because she was pop ular, shined on her perfectly acne free caramel skin. I gave her a dirty look. I sat next to Ryan, and we both saw Shane was hopeless. He had no one to sit next to. Part of me urged to sit next to him, have our bodies touch. But, I wanted t o play it cool. You know, play hard to get, IF, he wanted to get at me. Ryan is a nice guy, which is exactly why he whispered to me, “Here, I’ll go sit next to B.B., and Shane can sit here.” “You’re out of your mind if you think…”I stop to realize Ryan wasn’t even listening. Shane was already coming this way. I heard him say a quick, “Thanks man. I owe you.” Then, I thought why didn’t he s it next to B.B.? But, I thought about it. B.B. was a stuck up snob, wanna be 902 10 chick, who pretended to be the queen of the school. Gosh, I didn’t know it wa s so easy to see. And they call me the weirdo. Even if she does have the prettie st black hair I’ve ever seen. “Hey.”Shane said. “Hi.” “Is your next class science?” “Um, yeah?” How did he kno w that? “Just a lucky guess.” Ok, that was weird. The awkward silence felt cold. I felt weird sitting next to him, not knowing what to say. I caught a few girls glance at Shane. Now I felt even weirder. “Is it just me, or are people staring at my face?”Shane asked. “Is there something on it?”He added quickly. “Which qu estion do you want me to answer first?”I asked. Then I looked at his face, gazin g at his luscious lips. “Ok, now you’re doing it too.”Shane said annoyed. “Oh, s orry. You’re good.” I wonder if Shane was a stupid guy that always wanted the attention. He was star ting to annoy me, didn’t he know that every girl stared at him because he looked like an angel? Wasn’t written all over his face? ”Do you take art?”Shane asked. “Yeah, and I guess you take that to right?” That came out really cold and harsh . I was getting ready to apologize to Shane but he scooted all the way to the ed ge of our table. I figured he didn’t want to be bothered. Ryan gave me a smile, signaling that he was really enjoying sitting next to B.B the Barbie. What was w rong with him? I tried to give my best smile back but, I couldn’t help but think about the first impression I gave to Shane. I walked into science class early. Mr. Clover gave me a big smile when I came to class but, I just gave him a dull “hey”. I pulled out my newest novel, House of Night: Marked, and formed a little bubble I couldn’t get out of. Then, he came. “Hey.”Matt said. All hell was about to break loose. I ignored his greeting. “Oh , the silent treatment. So, you must still be upset.” Of course, I was still ups et! He didn’t show up on our first date! First dates matter just as much as firs t impressions. I scowled at Matt. Today was not my day for drama. I was already mad about my comment with Shane and I didn’t need this. Obviously, Matt could se e that because he continued with the conversation. “Look, I’m sorry about our da te. I got assigned a friggin’ paper on Chinese culture, Chinese culture!” I stil l ignored him.
“It was seven pages! Seven! And oh baby, you do not know how much I wanted to ma ke out!” “So you just wanted to make out? Forget it Matt.” I got up and moved to the next table. I didn’t feel like listening to his bull. Sure enough, Matt fol lowed. “I’m not asking for you not to be upset. I just want you to give me anoth er chance. Please?”Matt said, his eyes pleading for a second chance. I thought a bout it and looked into his ocean blue eyes. I imagined us together…on the beach … “Fine.” Matt stopped holding his breath. “Thank you!!”He shouted to the rooftop , and his long, silky, and black hair flying in his eyes. Mr. Clover looked our way.”Sorry.”Matt said as he smiled and his pearly whites glowed in the dull room . “There better be pizza and Twilight because, all that zombie slaying guy stuff , is disturbing.”I complained. I remember when my last boyfriend took me to the movies to see Killer Catch. It wasn’t pretty. “How about a guy and chick movie? Like um, The Last Song?” I hated that movie but, I appreciated his compromising. Besides, we probably wouldn’t watch it anyway. Maybe just chat and make out lik e he said earlier. “Ok, that sounds cool.” Finally, someone to make my day actua lly seem a little less suckish. The bell rang. I walked out of class with Matt’s arm around me. His friends, Cha d and Dylan, came with a football. “Hey, Matt, come on’ dude!”Dylan called. “Hol d on guys!”Matt called back. He turned to look at me, his Axe perfume in the air from his spin. “Ok, so I’ll pick you up on Saturday at seven o’ clock? Friday w ould be good but, we’ve got a game.” “No, it’s cool. Saturday’s fine.” “Ok.” He looked at me and smiled. I wanted to give kiss him but, that’s for Saturday. “Al right, I’ll see ya then.”Matt said as he hugged me and ran with his friends down the hall. He turned and winked and I blew him a kiss. Students at Tim Martin did whatever they could in the five minutes they had. We texted, flirted, kissed, talked, you name it. One guy was listening to his Ipod and on his Mac at the same time. We tried to make school as fun as possible. Tim Martin was known for it’s size, food, and classes. Tim Martin was the biggest s chool I had ever attended. The walls were huge and the classrooms were like two master bedrooms together. We had about thirty seven students in our class. The f ood was amazing! When you got finished with lunch, you felt like you just steppe d out of a restaurant. They had the best school lunch I’ve ever tasted. They als o had some of the best classes in the country, or in Malibu. To me, they basical ly had the same classes as every other high school, just better. I walked to the lunch line and looked for Shane. He wasn’t in sight anywhere. In art class, he wasn’t there either. I hoped that I’d see him after school or tom orrow. I didn’t have to be all nice and sweet with the dude but, I at least want ed him to know that I wasn’t the Grinch. If I got the chance to ever see him aga in. Chapter 3 I drove home in my silver BMW C-Class. This was the only reason why on my sevent eenth birthday I didn’t cry all night on my favorite pillow, I had it since I wa s thirteen, because I got the “World’s greatest atlas.”I pulled up to my two sto ry house on Saylor Lane. It was the second best house in our neighborhood accord ing to our neighbors, but to me it was just like all the other houses on the str eet. “Tracy, is that you?”Mom called. She must have heard our door close. “Yeah. ”I screamed or moaned in agony. Mom came down our spiral staircase smiling. “Did Coach Smith make you guys run nine laps again?”She asked trying not to laugh. “ Yes, Ashley and me almost died on the track from an asthma attack.”Coach Smith w as nice in personality but, when it came to P.E. the guy wanted us to basically do a workout made for John Cena. Our coach did have muscles like Dwayne the “Roc k” Johnson. “Tracy, that’s Ashley and I. Not Ashley and me.”“Oh, god mom. Not now.”Mom knew I hated being corrected. It made me feel stupid. When I’d tell her this, she’d s ay, “Don’t feel stupid Tracy. You’re not stupid by a long shot. Everybody makes mistakes.”When I’d go over Dad’s house, and he’d correct me, he would say the sa me thing. “Baby, I made you some Kool-Aid. It’s your favorite flavor, cherry.” “
Thanks, mom. Is Tamara home?” If Tamara was home, that means that she could help me pick out my outfit for my date with Matt. Then, she could give me some one-o n-one about Shane. Tamara wasn’t an annoying and bickering sister. Some days you feel like pushing her into the pool, and taking her Juicy sweater but, most of the time she was awesome. “Nope. Cheerleading practice.” “Kay. Thanks.” I crawle d over to the kitchen. “Tracy, baby, let me get it for you.” Mom was the best. She had it all. Looks, personality, style, everything. She had long elbow length, curly, and brown hair with blue eyes to match. She was tall, the same height as my older brother Drake. Mom and I shared a lot of similariti es, such as our features, not our height. I had hair just like hers, curly and b rown. My hair was a tad bit darker and a little bit more straightened. My eyes w ere hazel colored. My skin tone was the color of almonds. My mom and dad split when I was thirteen. It wasn’t really that difficult becaus e I had my older brother and sister. I see dad every other weekend with my siste r and sometimes Drake comes over to make my mom smile. I missed him so much.
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