My Stereotypical Life as a Teen

My Stereotypical Life as a Teen Chapt. 2

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This is the sequel. Things should get more interesting. If they don't just say so. Thanks, please comment and vote I'd really love to hear what you think!

Ana

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My Stereotypical Life as a Teen: Chapter 2

"Hey, at least Chris isn't ogling at you like . . . " Alyssa trailed off knowing I really didn't need to hear his name right now.

"It's a good thing you stopped there, Aly, but if you ever make me think about him again, I will not be held responsible for my actions," I responded in a serious tone.

"Geez, chill Taylor. A- I mean, he's all in the past and we shall never mention him again 'cause we all know we shouldn't and because he's an ass," Candy said with a strong nod.

"Who's an ass? Are you talking about me behind my back already?" Chris asked, his brow raised quizzically. So hot. No, I mean no it's not . . . Chris ruffled his dark brown hair so some bits stucks up. He looked even hotter than before. Oh God, why am I thinking this?! Why was he even here? DId he think that because he talked to me he could sit next to me?

"Earth to Taylor!! Who's an ass?" Chris asked again, waving his hands in front of me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Clearly she doesn't want to talk about it. So why don't you just drop it and go back to your little groupies?" Candice suggested with venom in her voice. Wooh! Go Candy! I cheered silently in my head. I gave a triumphant smile at Chris.

"Whatever. So you busy on Saturday," he asked suddenly.

"Yeah. Avoiding you," I answered back. He lightly chuckled although I had a feeling he was starting to get pretty pissed off.

"Well, I don't think it's nice if you avoid your date," he answered back, giving me a charming smile. Stupid good looks.

"What?" I asked incredulously. Was he crazy?

"Umm . . . date? I do hope you know what that is. Two people who have poten-"

"I know what the friggin' hell a date is! WHY? Is what I'm asking!" I shouted, great. All eyes on us.

"Uhhh, you know that thing I told you earlier? Yeah, that might be why," he answered back as if I was stupid. Oh what the hey, I am, aren't I? Most girls would jump at this oppurtunity. Sadly, I'm not like most girls.

"Still, I'm not going to - Oh my God." I said, colour draining from my face. It so can't be! What the hell is he doing here? HERE, in my school! I thought he'd left! Oh God, he's coming this way.

The tall figure was walking over to our table, clearly knowing where we sat. Where I sat. He had a cute smile on his face and his light brown hair was sticking up. Bed hair, nice. He's unbuttoned 3/4 plaid shirt over his white T-shirt was billowing as he quickly walked this way. Just when I thought . . . I sighed and noticed that no one else had really noticed him. Chris and many other students in the cafeteria were still looking at me expectantly.

"Ummm, I have to go," I excused. Leaving Chris with a questioning and confused face, his mout hanging open as if about to say something. I shot a glare at HIM, and walked off to the girls' bathroom.

Ii washed my hands and wet my face. Maybe I was just dreaming? Hallucinating? He certainly wouldn't come back . . . especially after. . . I shook my head, eradicating all the thoughts of our past. Then I heard people coming in.

"I saw him too, Taylor. It's ok. Just breathe," Aly advised. Candy just adopted a worried look on her face, arms crossed over her tight band T-shirt.