It All Started With A Text

Chapter 2 - Picture swap.

A/n I'm not dead! I'm so sorry, I haven't been updating but to make it up to you, I'll do a double update tonight! I'll also update my other story; You Can Never Get Out (My walking dead fanfic.)

Bad boy? I bet the worst thing he's done is get a free water cup and fill it with soda. Does he go to my school?

(B-Blake, s-Sasha)

S- so which school do you go to then?

B- oh, wanna meet me eh?

S- no. Just answer the goddamn question.

B- damn girl, what's up with you? 😂 Im going to start Preston High- Monday, you? (A/n Don't know if it's an actual school)

S- sorry, homework and stuff, so you're starting my school. Great, we always did need another popular.

B- what do you mean? And I get it, stressful stuff school is. (A/n YODA)

S- just your "incoming bad boy" thing automatically tells me you'll be a popular and all the populars are jerks. Loving your yoda reference though.

B- Ohhhh, well I don't think I'm a jerk? If I become one, feel free to kick my ass

S- will do 😂

B- what homework you got?

S- maths.

B- need help?

S- if you're any good, sure

We kept talking and surprisingly, Blake was really good at maths; either that or he looked on google. Actually, he was taking longer to text back than usual but who am I to judge? at least he took the time to look on google, for me. Why didn't I think of that? so stupid. Blake kept making jokes and whenever his name lit up the screen I smiled like a goofball. I wonder what he looks like? I wonder if he's thinking what I look like? would it be too forward if I asked? my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.
"Food's ready, get of that damned electronic device and come eat dinner."
I groaned and sat up on my bed, eventually standing up and going downstairs to eat; phone in hand. I grabbed my plate of food (a Sunday dinner) and headed for my bedroom, once I got there I sat on my bed with my plate in front, and me sitting cross-legged and started typing away.

S- Hey, not to sound creepy or anything but what do you even look like?

B- can't even wait 24 hours, eh?

S- sorry..

B- nah it's cool, I was thinking the same about you actually.

S- oh, okay then

B- swap pictures?

S- sure.

Oh shit. What have I let myself in for? He's gonna think I'm ugly and make it out as if I'm stalking him.. Oh my god.

B- Blake Thompson sent an image.

Mother of all that's holy. He's gorgeous, tanned skin, shocking blue eyes and blonde shaggy hair. His jawline is just right and in the picture he's wearing a black shirt which goes beautifully against his tanned skin, with the shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Stop gawking. Send one back. I quickly take a decent picture and send it. My eyes are a dull green and my recently dyed autumn coloured hair cascading down my back, I'm smiling but a closed mouth smile. My lips are full but not as much as if looks as if I've had Botox. My nose is small and quaint, and my one dimple is proudly on show. Yep, one dimple is all I have. It's unfair but it makes me unique.

S- Sasha Boule sent an image.
Blake is typing..