Supermassive Black Hole
Whoa. Whoaaaa.
"Who is that?" Grace asks.
Grace is my best friend. We've been best friends forever, and so she knows, without looking, that I'll know who the new, amazingly gorgeous guy is. I, somehow, know everything (or so it seems to her).
I hear all the gossip before everyone else does, that's why I'm called Gossip Girl. Not to get confused with the books, totally different. Let's just say I know more than most people, if you catch my drift.
Anyways, Josh Hutchsky, aka amazingly gorgeous new guy, just walked in the cafeteria. He hadn't been in classes today, for a showing of the school. But a kid's gotta eat, so the principal said that he can try to make some friends and eat in the cafeteria. A pin could drop and you would hear it, that's how quiet the cafeteria is. All the girls are staring open-mouthed, all the guys are staring at the girls. Except one.
Josh Hutchsky is looking right at me, as if he knows my secret and exactly what I'm thinking.
He, with his lunch tray and schedule, walked through the middle of the lunch room, right to the table that Grace and I are sitting at.
"Can I sit here?" says the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. All Grace and I could do was nod and try not to gape.
"Hi, I'm Josh."
"Hi. Grace. This is Amber." She points to me.
Sounds started up again, but everyone was staring at us. Guys, mystified, girls, stupefied, jealous, and shocked.
This was going to be interesting.