No..do not take my story and or idea...or I will seriously hurt you...now you dont want to hurt my feelings do you?
"Come on Nevaeh just dial already!" Samara my best friend begged. They all wanted me to dial this random number. Do I want to get raped before I even turn seventeen?
"What are we in like fifth grade you guys really lets do something normal sixteen year olds do on a Friday night, like go to the movies or a party.
"No!" She yelled. "Now dial or I will give you a sharpie mustache in your sleep that won’t come off for a week."
"Fine but if it’s the creepy old guy from down the street again I'm going to have to kill you guys." I said rolling my eyes. I dialed the number and listened.
"Yo what’s up Gray man here?" A sexy and all too familiar voice said. I was speechless. And totally freaking out on the inside. What do I say!
"Hello is anyone there?" He asked.
"Umm yeah sorry this is Nevaeh." I smacked my forehead why did I just say my name! "Sorry I dialed the wrong number.
"Oh... it’s okay bye now." Was that disappointment i heard in his voice? "Baby come back to bed." I heard a winy female voice in the background. "Hold on babe I’ll be there in a second."
"B-bye sorry to interrupt." Oh my god did I really just say that!
He chuckled. "Bye now Nevaeh."
***************end of call******************************
"Three words girls." I said in a threatening voice.
They giggled "Who was it?" ruby asked.
"You’re all dead! I can’t believe you made me call Grayson!"
"Wait THE Grayson?" One of them said.
"Yeah THE FRICKEN GRAYSON!" I said with more butterflies in my stomach then actual anger. I was going to hear something on Monday. Grayson is the schools top notch guy he is a god, but a jerk. He has long blonde hair, and blue eyes typical all American boy look, but muscular…oh and that body!