Okay, this is... sort of my first story. Well, a first story like this. I read on the comments for my story, 'THE HOT BILLIONARE WANTS ME TO BE HIS BUT I WONT GIVE IN THAT EASY', that my stories weren't 'original' and they were kind of similar so i decided to try and spice it up a bit. Bu that i mean make it a bit different. So please don't forget reading my other stories and leave feedback if you like the start of this one so far.
Here's part one
"wanna hang out with me some time on Friday?" he asked, a smile playing along his lips as he leaned against the locker next to mine. My face broke into a grin and i almost shoved my head in my locker to try and calm down and not appear too eager, but knowing what was best, i decided to just... well, just do what was natural really. I faced him, with a smile from ear to ear on my face and replied "ok". he smiled one of his famous and gorgeous halfsmiles and my insides melted.
"cool. Catch you later" he said and winked before cooly walking away to join his friends, while i on the other hand also let my wobbly feet miraculously carry me to my friends Emma and Lindsay.
"whats up with you?" Emma, our cool laid back part emo friend asked indifferently and my grin grew bigger "what?" she was getting pissed off. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, i was so happy i'd lost my voice.
"breath Stacy" Lindsay instructed and i followed. Taking in deep breaths as we walked out the school grounds into the road, i finally yelled
"Adam Jacobs asked me out!" and they both froze, before screaming and pouncing at me to express their happiness.
Happiest memory ever, this is. You wonder why? Because Adam was, as you probably have guessed by now, hottest and most popular guy in school, and he had just asked me, Stacy Ann, a girl who doesnt belong anywhere. Little miss invisible me, to go out with him. Don't you think thats a big deal? I think it is. A HUGE deal! Especially after i've liked him for almost over three years now without him knowing or aknowleging me in any way. That was until i began tutoring him of course. In Maths, and he coached me in soccer. And before you can relax..., yes, he did play footy, and yes, he was the captain of our school team, three times in a row because of how much his team won and again, yes, he was the reason i watched sport. I didn't want to sound dumb when we talked about sports. So anyway, enough drooling over Adam, its not the story here. Its just how it begins. But before i can continue, i'd like to introduce myself.
Hi, i'm Stacy Ann. Seventeen year old with black hair and green eyes that change colour with my mood. I'm middle heighted, skinny (not anaeroxic skinny though) and that's pretty much all you need to know about me because that's all there is to tell. I'm not in any sort of clubs or after school activities, any groups at school, whether it's dramatic, freak, girly, tomboy, cheerleader, sporty, cool, wannabe. Heck I'm not even that smart or that dumb. I'm just in the middle. Invisible and in the middle. No one notices me. Even the bullies don't bully me because they don't notice me. i am that much of a social outcast. So unpopular the teachers don't even know me. the only people that notice me are my friends Emma and Lindsay. Well you must think i am boring and sadly, it is true. Well it was, until i met Adam, and fell in love with him. Well nothing changed that much even then because instead of changing my look and trying to get noticed, i hid myself even further, blushing each time he passed by me and even hiding my face behind my hair each time he barely acknowledged me. the real change began when i started tutoring him, and he coached me, then asked me out.
Back to the story
We were going out for a week and he cheated on me. yes, in just a week. And i didn't even do anything about it, even though i saw it myself. Instead, i went crying to my friends, the only people that were really there for me. my parents had more important things to do than me. they were never there for me, always at work, so much that in a month, i'd spend two weeks minimum, at a friend's place or alone at home. It never really bothered them now that i was a 'big girl'. Ugh i hated them. So much i didn't care.
"whats wrong Stacy?" Lindsay, my more girly friend asked as they were studying in her room, books sprawled across her bed just before i barged in, crying.