Mind Reader

Introduction.

NOTE: Occasions of provocative language and/or mature themes may be expressed.

Do you ever wonder what someone is thinking? I wonder this all of the time. I see people constantly zoning out and this makes me wish I could understand. I'm not the most social person you'll ever meet, so I typically am not one to question others' thoughts. And- don't get me wrong- I've got a ton of things going on in my personal life, and if people could read my mind, well let's just say, I'd be in a lot of trouble. Here's my masterpiece, I hope you enjoy it! (This story is obviously fictional)

My name's Sophia Carter. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm currently in my Senior year of high school. I've been going to this trashy school- East Ridge High School-for quite a while now. I see all kinds of people. Jocks, nerds, popular people, the players, sluts, all of them. So, I was basically prepared for anything.

The Player
One day I was walking down the hall, and I saw James, the ultimate player, talking to Daniella, the most popular girl in my school. He seemed to be flirting with her and, for the record, he sucked at it. He was using some pickup lines that were completely and utterly disgusting. He payed much more attention to her looks rather that what truly mattered- her personality. He was staring slightly below her neck. Disgusting. What a jerk. I'm honestly glad he's never even glanced in my direction before. All of a sudden, jerking me out of my thoughts, a hand grasped my shoulder lightly.

More Than Friends?

"Hey, Soph! How are you?" a deep, yet sweet voice muttered. A tall, handsome dark-haired boy stood beside me, looking directly into my eyes. This was Mike, my best friend.

"Oh, hey Mike," I uttered in a shaky voice. His gaze seemingly bore into my soul. He's so cute! He seemed to notice that I was nervous. I felt bad for liking him, considering we've been best friends since grade school, but I couldn't help but fall in love with that shy smile of his. In the midst of my thoughts, I had barely noticed how nervous he had become. He kept fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. He looked as though something important was on his mind. He opened his mouth slightly with a happy smile on his face, which then turned to a frown when he sharply closed his mouth. Something's bothering him. He was never this apprehensive, what is going on?

"So..uh... there's this dance tomorrow. I was wondering if you maybe.. wanted to go with me?" The words just barely slipped out of his mouth. He was definitely nervous. Why? Omg! Does he mean this as a date? Does he really like me? But he's my best friend..

"Of course I'll go with you!" His nervousness faded into relief at the sound of my excitement. He did mean this as a date. It makes so much sense. He gave me a goodbye hug and headed off to class. I was left watching him walk down the hall, my face was probably as red as a tomato.

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Note: I'm still getting used to Wattpad, so bare with me. I know my story isn't perfect but it's written how I imagine it. The next chapter will be longer!