Chapter 1
The moment I opened my locker I knew something was up. Thousands of cards floated out of the big compartment were I usually kept miscellaneous items. A pink card floated down onto my elbow. I took it and started reading it.
To Marina,
Please go out with me. I'll be forever waiting for your text message.
From Tom, 9BM
Uh, okee. I picked up another one as I tore the last one up. It was just as short as the first one.
To Marina,
Be my girlfriend. I'll give you everything.
Dylan, 9CU
What is with this popularity growth all of a sudden? Did someone put up some naked pictures of me up online or something? I picked up all the cards, as much as I could one by one, and headed for the trashcan on the right.
"I'll do it for you, Marina!" A boy in my Italian class called out from me from down the hall.
"Uh, no thanks!" I called back. Just then, this guy just slammed in front of me, and guess what? Oh yes, the cards I had went flying. Literally, all over the place.
"Ugh!" I bent down and retrieved the one nearest me.
"Sorry." A familiar voice said. I looked up, at the guy who crashed into me.
"Marina?" He said as the same time I said "Mike?"
Let me tell you one thing, if I was last person on Earth, and Mike was the penultimate one; I wouldn't stand a chance of even standing next to him. Mike was the jock of the school. Otherwise, known as 'the man'. His hair is brown, and cut-short. His eyes are a shade of blue darker than the ocean, but lighter than the night sky. He was wearing a white polo shirt and brown cargo pants with white-and-red sneakers.
I half-smiled, "Well, since you made me drop all my papers, you can help me pick up them and throw them in the garbage can. Thanks." I patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of appreciation. Anyone who got a touch from me these days were considered lucky, but Mike didn't even seem happy. He scowled.