How To Rock "Braces and Glasses"

I walked to the familiar sight of Brewster High School quad. I spotted the three Perfs, Kacey Simon, my sister Molly Garfunkel, and Grace King. Boy, were they awful. Molly has always been jealous of Kasey, and unfortunately for Grace, she was too stupid to notice the jealousy.

I was to deep in thought while walking I didn't notice I had bumped into the new kid. I'm so bad at names! I couldn't remember his. Oh goshness, what was his name? I really did want to apologize. Was it Zayn? Skandar? Darn.

"I'm so sorry," I said, "It was my fault." I helped the guy pick up pick up fallen pages of his binder and the scattered books on English literature and U.S. history for what I assumed to be the next class.

"It's fine," he looked up at me and got his things. He shoved all the stuff in his back pack with a ukulele? "Do you have a pen?"

"Um, yeah," I took out the green inked pen from my blue blazer pocket with the iron-on electric guitar.

"It's out of ink," he said.

What? That's impossible! I bought the pen only yesterday! "Surely it isn't," I had to disagree.

"You don't believe me? Go on, then, write your number," he said giving me back the pen and a piece of paper.

I giggled once more and was about to give him my number when the bell ran, "Whoops. Sorry, but I've got to go!"

I ran a hand through my raven black hair and smiled to myself when Molly grabbed my arm, "Come on, sis. What have I told you about talking to the unpopular people?"

"Um," Oh I knew this one! Because I always payed attention to Molly. Please notice the heavy sarcasm. "Not to?" I rolled my eyes and headed towards AP chemistry, trailing behind the Perfs. I don't hate them; it's just that Molly can be really mean like Kacey.

Today was a partners class and I was the last one, so I was stuck with Andy again. He was cool, just gross. After that class was over (Thank the Lord!), I headed down to AP Literature. It was my strong point, because I've always wanted to be an author or one of those people who write songs for singers-a songwriter!

I met up with that boy again while walking down the hallway, "Hey."

"Hey. Didn't you forget something?" he asked.

Confusion came across my face, "What did I forget?"

"Me!"

I giggled. Hm, I seem to be doing that alot around him, "Oh really? Well, I don't even know your first name."

"Bond. James Bond," he winked.

"I'm serious! Here, I'll start. My name is-"

Molly interrupted me, "Addy! Let's go! We're going to see Loserberry and make fun of her!"

I quickly texted Molly: Talking to a cute boy. Go by yourselves.

She texted back: No. Get his number and hurry up.

"I've got to go. My big sister needs me," I said. I wrote my number on his arm: 1-(234)-567-8910. I walked away and gave him the "Call me maybe" sign.

I went to Danny Mangos and sat at the bar-like area typing away at my first book entitled: Witch with a B. It's about a girl who was the popular girl until a new girl out shined her. I've always wondered what happened to the popular one when the new girl out shined her and took her boyfriend.

Stevie or "Loserberry" as my sister and her friends called her handed me my drink, "Thanks, Stevie."

"No problem, Addy. I still don't understand why you hang out with your sister and her mean friends," Stevie cleaned the counter as I lifted up my black and blue computer.

"I try not to, but Dad wants me to 'go out and have a social life'. Apparently the only way to do it is be attached at the hip to Molly," I stuck my tongue out in aannoyance.

"That sucks. Oh hey; Look one of my friends is on his way over here," she pointed him out. It was the guy who's name I still didn't know!

"Hey, James Bond," I said casually sipping some of my strawberry banana smoothie.

"Hey yourself. You do know it is a far distance from your house," he said.

"And how do you know where I live?" I rasied an eyebrow.

"Oh everyone knows where you live. Heaven, right?" he smiled.

Stevie coughed something about I don't know, "Hey, Zander." So his name is Zander! "What brings you to Danny Mangos?"

"I was just in the neighborhood," he trailed off looking at the entrance of the smoothie shop.

"Chased by security guards again?" Stevie asked.

I wa sconfused. Clearly, I did not know this boy that well. We did flirt, but that's all it was: a flirtationship!

"Yeah. How was I supposed to know about the no performing rule?" he complained.

I thought it was cute, "Didn't Stevie say 'again'?" Zander nodded. "Then that's how you know. You've been chased more than once." I got a text from Daddy: Come home, honey; we've got a party to attend. "I've got to go. Dad needs me and Molly at home. Bye, Stevie; Bye, Zander."

I went to the stupid party with lawyers and doctors and sucessful people. Molly was talking, more like flirting, with the sons of doctors and lawyers. Whereas I was happily talking to my best friend, James Andrews.

"These stupid parties are so boring," I complained sipping the fizzy apple cider. "I hope I don't spill anything on these high heel black ankle boots like the party two weeks ago. Why can't I be as elegant as Molly? Look at her with her stupid charm in that sleeveless blue dress."

That took James right out of his trance.

"Staring at Dr. Lee's daughter again?" I asked.

"I-i was not!" he denied again.

"Whatever, James. Can you please get me some more apple cider?" I asked, too lazy to get up from my lazy butt.

"No, get some yourself," he said.

Molly came over and switched my empty cup with a steaming cup of coffee, "I do wish you wouldn't drink hot coffee. Why can't you just drink a tall latte from Starbucks instead?"

"Because it's night time and she likes hot stuff to keep her warm," James answered in a question form.

"Shut up, James. No one was talking to you!"

"Molly!" I scolded, "Don't be mean to James. James! Don't be so rude to Molly. Anywayz, is it time to go home? It's nearly 9 o'clock?"

"Wow, Addy. You really are the best friend. Wanting to go home and leave me here at this 'exciting' event," James said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well-" I got a call from an unrecognizable number. "Hello?"

"Hey, Addy. It's Zander," he said.

"Oh. Hey, Zander," I piped. "What brings you to this call at nine o'clock?"

"Oh sorry. Are you tired? 'Cause you've been running through my mind all day!" he said.

I giggled again, "No. I'm just bored really. I'm at a party for my dad and his colleagues, acquaintances, etc."

"Really? I got lost looking for the route to your house. I thought walking around the neighborhood would eventually take me to heaven!"

Zander and I ended up talking for a good half hour before I felt so tired that Dad said it was time to go home. We found Mom and my baby brother and baby sister and went home.

I eventually fell asleep around 10:30 P.M. with a smile on my face.

Author's Note: Hey, I felt like writing a story since I couldn't sleep. Enjoy and Please review.