Hey! First fanfiction for me, so polite criticism is really appreciated. This is only the first chapter anyways, even if it seems a little slow. Thanks, and enjoy!
It was just like he had said it. It, indeed, was a beautiful day outside that sunny afternoon in July. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming... and I was freaking out. "NO! No, I'm not going." the words fell out out of my mouth before I could even think.
"C'mon, but you gotta!" Emma urged, twirling a string of her long, shiny blonde hair around her finger. "I said no, okay?" I huffed, turning and shuffling through my book-bag so it looked like I was preoccupied or something. The lights of the hot, airless cafeteria stung my eyes but I didn't even stop to blink.
I could feel Emma staring right through me, one hand placed directly on her hip and her eyebrows raised high. "It's only a little hangout-thing with the guys, no big deal!" she went on, pacing back and fourth as I slouched over my book-bag. Emma was a lot prettier than me.
She was really tall and skinny with what Aunt Olivia described as 'angel-like facial features'... a round face with full lips and piercing, ice blue eyes. "You've said that a thousand times now." I snapped back, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. As much as I loved Emma, she sure knew how to push me past my limits. But she's used to how I am.
"Oh whatever. Is your Aunt Oliviwhatsit still giving me a ride home?" she replied, settling beside me on the rock-hard bench. "Uh, yeah. And it's Olivia." I laughed gently. "I know. I'm just playing." she reached into the depths of her pocket and pulled out a thin slip of paper between her fingers. "What's that?" I questioned, leaning to peer over her shoulder. "Everybody who's gonna be coming to the thing tonight." she grinned. "Oh. Right."
"OOOH! I forgot HE was coming..." I looked up to see her glancing over at me expectantly. "Oh please, Emma, I'm not falling into that one." I told her firmly, starting to reach though my book-bag. "Jaaaaaaacksooon..." she teased, waving the piece of paper in front of my eyes. Then, something inside me jolted awake.
Like something quick and electric struck me right then in that stuffy cafeteria. "WHO?" I was playing right into her hands. "Right there. At the bottom." she answered smugly, pointing to his name in big obvious letters scrawled at the very bottom.
We just stayed like that for awhile, sitting and staring at that little piece of paper, speechless while kids were abuzz chattering and hurling their lunch-trays at one another. Oh Emma, you really know how to persuade a girl... for better or worse.