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[PG] Parental Guidance Suggested
^^ Halloo. This is my first story, so I hope you like it! Please lemme know if you would like me to post another chapter.
Chapter 1: What a Wonderful Surprise...
RING! Startling awake, I drag me and my perky pink pajamas out of bed. Groggy and groaning, I make my way into the compact bathroom to pull my short, brunette hair into a curly mess of a bun. Half-shut bright green eyes stare back at me in the mirror. I put on my usual outfit: A graphic tee; some fitted jeans to show off my nearly-non-existent curves, and my gray high-top converse'.
As I turn to shut off the light, I stand in the doorway for a moment, simply marveling at my apartment. Even covered ceiling to floor in sheet music, clothes, and food, I still love it. Although it will have to be cleaned sooner or later. Which - knowing me - will be later.
Ah...being in Seattle certainly has its perks; living above a quirky café for example. I take a deep breath, welcoming the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. I just love the immediate feeling of familiarity combined with the soothing rhythm of the soft jazz in the background. Not to mention Fletcher; the cute coffee guy that I've known for the two years I've lived here.
With my hand shoved deep into my over-the-shoulder bag, (diving for a couple bucks, maybe a tip) I make my way to the counter.
As always, he smiles his heart-breaking smile at me. And, as always, I'm completely enamored. Sometimes I swear he's just a fragment of my imagination running wild with an image of the perfect guy...One who just so happens to look like he belongs on the cover of a men's magazine.
"Your usual?" He smiles.
"Please." I say, handing him the money and simultaneously slipping a couple bucks extra into the tip jar.
My GAWD. He does his job well. My coffee is to die for. And so my ideal Saturday morning starts the way it always does; me in the corner with my delicious coffee, the newspaper, and the irresistible sound of jazz to relax to. Suddenly, the chime on the door rattles violently as somebody comes charging into the café.
Well, well, well. And I thought Fletcher was hot. Standing in the doorway is a tall, broad-shouldered, not to mention completely gorgeous boy. He walks into the café with a certain urgentness. I can't help but notice a small, crumpled piece of paper in one of his hands. I watch as his eyes sweep the café - there are only four, maybe five others in the whole place - and find mine.
I'm nearly paralyzed by his gaze. And yet...I can't tear my eyes from his. Because, I swear on my deceased mother's grave, I've seen those eyes before.
"Zoe?"
His voice sounds vaguely familiar too - wait! He knows my name?! I only have to think about it a second longer before the memory comes flooding back to me.
Flashback
Freshman year baby! A clean slate from middle school. I'm finally ready to get taller, prettier, and curvier; turn boys' heads as I walk down the halls.
Two words: Dream. On.
This is high school; the place where there 600 other girls saying the exact same thing, the majority of them already drop-dead gorgeous.
Well, at least I made it to high school. Let's just say getting good grades has never been my forte. That's saved for music - mainly violin - my truest, most faithful commitment.
So when I glance down at my schedule, I'm thrilled to see "Orchestra" second period. I walk into the band room feeling like a million bucks. This is the very class that will keep me coming to school; keep me striving for better grades, and even, staying in school all together.
I let my mind wander as I take a seat...
Just as it quickly shuts down all together.
Because In walks a single boy. Jack Harrison. Of course, I didn't know that's who he was. All I knew was how drool-inducing he was with his rugged plaid shirt, and tattered, but well-fitted jeans; not to mention his adorable face. And his eyes - Bright green. The brightest green I've ever seen. Naturally, I'm not the only one staring. All the girls are in a giggling, fidgeting flurry.
"Morning, ladies!" He says extravagantly, giving each girl an ever-so-sly once-over before taking a seat two chairs from mine.
Fantastic. As if the world didn't have enough sleaze-balls.
And, just like that, my first impression of Jack Harrison goes flying out the window - along with all the girls' original reason for showing up in this class.
UNG! Being handsome doesn't give him the right to just sit there and do nothing! And why the hell are all the girls so impressed by his "cool", "adolescent" behavior?! It's been three days in class already, and he hasn't even touched his violin since the first day! Apparently, his only talent is flirting and seducing all the girls in class without getting in trouble!
Chapter 1: What a Wonderful Surprise...
RING! Startling awake, I drag me and my perky pink pajamas out of bed. Groggy and groaning, I make my way into the compact bathroom to pull my short, brunette hair into a curly mess of a bun. Half-shut bright green eyes stare back at me in the mirror. I put on my usual outfit: A graphic tee; some fitted jeans to show off my nearly-non-existent curves, and my gray high-top converse'.
As I turn to shut off the light, I stand in the doorway for a moment, simply marveling at my apartment. Even covered ceiling to floor in sheet music, clothes, and food, I still love it. Although it will have to be cleaned sooner or later. Which - knowing me - will be later.
Ah...being in Seattle certainly has its perks; living above a quirky café for example. I take a deep breath, welcoming the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. I just love the immediate feeling of familiarity combined with the soothing rhythm of the soft jazz in the background. Not to mention Fletcher; the cute coffee guy that I've known for the two years I've lived here.
With my hand shoved deep into my over-the-shoulder bag, (diving for a couple bucks, maybe a tip) I make my way to the counter.
As always, he smiles his heart-breaking smile at me. And, as always, I'm completely enamored. Sometimes I swear he's just a fragment of my imagination running wild with an image of the perfect guy...One who just so happens to look like he belongs on the cover of a men's magazine.
"Your usual?" He smiles.
"Please." I say, handing him the money and simultaneously slipping a couple bucks extra into the tip jar.
My GAWD. He does his job well. My coffee is to die for. And so my ideal Saturday morning starts the way it always does; me in the corner with my delicious coffee, the newspaper, and the irresistible sound of jazz to relax to. Suddenly, the chime on the door rattles violently as somebody comes charging into the café.
Well, well, well. And I thought Fletcher was hot. Standing in the doorway is a tall, broad-shouldered, not to mention completely gorgeous boy. He walks into the café with a certain urgentness. I can't help but notice a small, crumpled piece of paper in one of his hands. I watch as his eyes sweep the café - there are only four, maybe five others in the whole place - and find mine.
I'm nearly paralyzed by his gaze. And yet...I can't tear my eyes from his. Because, I swear on my deceased mother's grave, I've seen those eyes before.
"Zoe?"
His voice sounds vaguely familiar too - wait! He knows my name?! I only have to think about it a second longer before the memory comes flooding back to me.
Flashback
Freshman year baby! A clean slate from middle school. I'm finally ready to get taller, prettier, and curvier; turn boys' heads as I walk down the halls.
Two words: Dream. On.
This is high school; the place where there 600 other girls saying the exact same thing, the majority of them already drop-dead gorgeous.
Well, at least I made it to high school. Let's just say getting good grades has never been my forte. That's saved for music - mainly violin - my truest, most faithful commitment.
So when I glance down at my schedule, I'm thrilled to see "Orchestra" second period. I walk into the band room feeling like a million bucks. This is the very class that will keep me coming to school; keep me striving for better grades, and even, staying in school all together.
I let my mind wander as I take a seat...
Just as it quickly shuts down all together.
Because In walks a single boy. Jack Harrison. Of course, I didn't know that's who he was. All I knew was how drool-inducing he was with his rugged plaid shirt, and tattered, but well-fitted jeans; not to mention his adorable face. And his eyes - Bright green. The brightest green I've ever seen. Naturally, I'm not the only one staring. All the girls are in a giggling, fidgeting flurry.
"Morning, ladies!" He says extravagantly, giving each girl an ever-so-sly once-over before taking a seat two chairs from mine.
Fantastic. As if the world didn't have enough sleaze-balls.
And, just like that, my first impression of Jack Harrison goes flying out the window - along with all the girls' original reason for showing up in this class.
UNG! Being handsome doesn't give him the right to just sit there and do nothing! And why the hell are all the girls so impressed by his "cool", "adolescent" behavior?! It's been three days in class already, and he hasn't even touched his violin since the first day! Apparently, his only talent is flirting and seducing all the girls in class without getting in trouble!
[PG] Parental Guidance Suggested
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