I would like to give credit to recxrds for this idea. I read through her book of story ideas and I found this and thought I would do it.
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Eva
"There he is again," said my best friend Avery.
Her head nods towards the boy on the bleachers. I rolled my eyes at the sight of him. It was Calum Hood; the tattooed Senior. For some odd reason, during our cheer practice, he will sit on the bleaches for the first half hour of practice and watch. More likely to find his next sex toy.
"He's been coming here to watch us for a month now, Ev. What do you think he is doing?" She reached for her bottled water, opened it, and took a long drink.
I shrug my response. "Probably looking for his next victim to fuck."
She scrunched her nose up earning a giggle from me. Then her eyes lingered back to him. I grab my own water and took a drink.
"I do have to admit, though. Calum is pretty hot."
Once the words left her mouth I nearly began to choke. Avery laughed, throwing her head back in the process. How can she think that Calum, out of all people, is attractive? I mean, yes he does have good looks but his personality is awful. Calum is rude to everyone that crosses his path. For gods sake, he is barely passing High School. He will be lucky enough to graduate.
"You are joking, right?"
She blushed as she let out a giggle. My eyes were almost bulging out of my eye sockets. "No, I'm not joking. Eva, look at him."
I have looked at him. Like I said before, yes he is attractive, but I do not go for looks. For me, it's more of the personality I see in people. Calum's is dark and mean- possibly uncaring.
Sighing, I put down my bottled water and look back up at the boy on the bleachers. He was staring down at me, a smirk planted on his face. I rolled my eyes and instantly became uncomfortable. I hated when any boy stared at me. Right now, I wanted to run back into the building and put on my track pants.
Avery was now sitting down, looking on her phone. I took the seat beside her. "Do you have a date to homecoming yet?" She asked placing her phone on her lap and let down her hair to brush it.
Her long, brunette hair fell down to the middle of her back. Avery was one of the prettiest girls in this whole school. She claims that every guys wants to try to get into my pants but I do not believe that.
I shook my head. "I don't think I will go this year," I admit.
Homecoming really isn't my thing. I get asked by multiple guys but I turn them down or say I am busy that week and I wouldn't be able to go.
"Oh, come on Eva. Just because some guy last year took your virginity after homecoming and didn't speak to you again after, doesn't mean you can't go and have fun with someone else. Someone who isn't as low as that dick. Don't forget since you are caption of the cheer squad, you are most definitely a shoo-in for Homecoming Queen. "
I don't care for Homecoming Queen. Colleges don't really care for that. What they want are good grades, honors, clubs you have attended, and awards. But after all, she was right. I shouldn't let that get to me. I should go with someone who actually cares.
"You're right," I said and look at her, "but that doesn't change my mind about going."
She groaned, "Come on! Go for me. We can go together with a little group of friends. We don't need guys to have fun."
"I guess not." I shrug. "I'll think about it."
"Promise?"
I nod. "Yes, Avery. I promise."
She held out her pinky and I giggled at her. "Pinky promise?"
Hooking my pinky with hers I say, "Pinky promise."
She smiled and stood up, slinging her bag over onto her shoulder. We said our goodbyes and she walked off. Once she was gone, I look back to the bleachers and Calum had disappeared. I stood to my feet and stuffed my things into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder after and headed off to class.
Well here it is! Next chapter will be longer. I am actually very excited about writing this. I will let you now that I will not be able to update a lot because of school. All I ask is to please be patient. Also, let me know what you thought in the comments and don't forget to vote!
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