Hehe. I love Adam.
And Abby.
I noticed everybody was using the name Abby, but I had liked it originally.
Okay.
Adam's POV:
I walked out of my house, not being to take in much more of Drew's giant ego, and how he and Fiona were doing really well. Quite frankly, I didn't care about Fiona anyway. I was kidding myself for liking her, she was a senior, and a pretty one at that.
I walked past the pet shop when I saw a girl inside of it, caring for a small, wounded kitten.
This girl had straight dark auburn hair, which was held back into a sloppy bun. She wore an oversized hoodie, dark blue jean leggings, and black lowtop Converse. She wore a very scarce amount of liquid eyeliner, and a delicate pale green eyeshadow that clashed beautifully with her green eyes. Her lips were small and pink, and they looked like they could be arranged into a smirk like Eli's. She was holding a white cat with a blood-stained paw, and was trying to clean it up. I walked into the store, not knowing the slightest thing about animals.
"Cute cat." I commented, making her gaze into my eyes. Sure enough, she smirked.
"If you think it's so cute, maybe you want to clean it's bloody paw?" she suggested, with a laugh. I returned the favor, and held my hands up in a way that said 'No thanks, I'm good.'
"Hey, uh, are you new around here?" I asked, breaking the ice. Wait, what ice? I mentally laughed at my patheticness.
She smirked graciously. "Yeah, I just moved in with my cousin." she explained. I nodded, liking how easy it was to talk to you. She sighed, placing the cat down gently.
"So...what grade are ya in?" she asked, blowing a bubble with gum I didn't even know she was chewing. It smelled like mint. Wintergreen.
Good god, Adam, get a grip.
"I'm in grade ten. You?" I asked, and she told me she was in grade nine.
"Cool. I'm Adam, by the way." I said, extending my hand for her to shake. She took it delicately, sending swirls through my brain.
"I know." she commented, and I was confused. How did she know my name? I arched an eyebrow, and she talked on, without me having to ask.
"I'm Abby Goldsworthy, emphasis on Goldsworthy." she explained. That explained alot.
"Well, I should get back to work, so I don't get fired. See you around." she said, with a breathtaking wink that made me grab onto the chair for balance. She smirked, and walked into the back room.
I got some tea at The Dot, and just thought.
I thought I had a chance with her.
The question is, did I want that chance?
Hehe. Review pleases!
Pleaaase?
Okay, you promised. I know, 'cause I'm psychic.
Mhm.