Hey Everybody! Since Homecoming's coming up in a couple of weeks I'm making a cute story about a girl who wants to get a date to homecoming. The character Cara is sort of based off of myself kind of. Enjoy!

My name is Cara and I go to Mission Creek High. I'm not really popular at my school. People either think I'm a total geek or a nerd or something even though I'm not. Anyways homecoming's coming up in a couple weeks and I haven't had any guy ask me out yet. I'm hoping that the guy of my dreams asks me out. His name is Max. He's a varsity soccer player, 6'1 in height, all A student (like myself) and completely charming. The only problem is that he's popular and I'm not. We're in the same math class and he barely notices me. The most he'll say to me regularly is hi. Sometimes he'll talk to me and stuff, but not around his friends. I'm glad he doesn't, because they would probably just make fun of me if they saw me talking to him. Hopefully Max will come to his senses and ask me out. If I don't have a date this year I'm probably not going to go to homecoming. After two years of going and seeing how happy dates look, taking pictures, dancing together, etc, it makes me feel even worse about myself. I was walking in the hallway when I saw my friend Bree. Bree and I are really close. We're practically sisters. Since we both don't have sisters at home to do things with we go everywhere together. We go the movies and mall together all the time. We even threw our sweet sixteen party together.

"Hey Bree" I say.

"Hey Cara" she replies, "What class are you going to?"

"Math"

"Oh. You going to ask Max out to homecoming?"

"What no! I can't do that!"

"Why not? You're a nice girl. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Everybody laughing at me."

"Nobody's going to laugh at you."

"You don't know that"

"Cara, I promise none of that will happen. Just ask him."

"I'll think about it."

"Ok, it's your choice. See ya at lunch." She walks off. I head to math class. When I get there, I sit in the front where I always sit. Behind me is the most popular girl in school Samantha. Samantha and I have never gotten along. Ever since I won the second grade school spelling bee, she's hated me. She talks about me and makes fun of my smarts all the time.

"Does she always have to sit in the front and act like the teacher's pet?" Samantha whispers to one of her friends. They both snicker. I hate when she says things about me. I can hear what you're saying you know! You're not a good whisperer. Somedays I wish I had enough courage to turn around and tell her off. Oh, the things I would say to her. But I decide to hold my peace and focus on my math. The bell rings and our teacher walks in the classroom and starts to teach. Five minutes later, Max comes walking into the room.

"Max you're late" our teacher exclaims.

"Sorry" Max replied, "I lost track of time."

"Don't let it happen again, take a seat." I look around the room. The only empty seat left is the SEAT NEXT TO MINE! Max sits down at the table next to mine. I fix my hair and clean off my glasses. I wanted to make sure I looked my best anytime I got close to him. The last ten minutes of class, the teacher let everyone get a head start on their homework. While everyone else worked with their friends, I worked by myself.

"Hey Cara" Max said as he turned to face me.

"Oh…hi" I barely spit out. I feel my palms start to get sweaty. Oh no. Why do my nerves always come on when he talks to me? I wipe my palms on my skirt.

"So what's up?"

"Ummm…nothing really. I've been studying for our test in here next week. That test looks like it's going to be a tough one. All those derivatives, I mean can't the teacher give us a break or what?" Great. I always say something stupid and smart every time he asks me something. I need to break that habit.

"Oh" Max responded, "I meant out of your school life, what's up?"

"Oh nothing really. Just looking for colleges to go to. I'm trying to get into a good college. We're juniors. College is going to pop up in no time. How much time do we have left in high school? Less than 2 years right?" I feel like slapping myself. Stop talking about school Cara!

"Don't you play tennis?" I had completely forgotten about that.

"Oh yeah. Yup still playing that. I'm on Varsity. I have match on Thursday."

"Oh cool. Maybe I can come see it. I've always wanted to see our school's tennis matches. I go support every other one of our school's sport but tennis. I guess that's because my soccer matches are during the time the tennis matches start, but not on Thursday. Maybe I'll come. Is it at home?"

"The match?"

"Yes."

"Oh yeah. It's at home. Here. At Mission Creek." He smiles at me. Man I am so embarrassing.

"Well I may be there to support you and your team."

"Ok" The bell rings.

"Well" Max states as he stands up. "See you later then Cara."

"Yeah" I answer, "Bye." He leaves math class. Man. I forgot to ask him if he was going to go to homecoming. I seriously need help talking to this guy. Maybe Bree can help me with my problem after school.

How was that? Feel free to review. See ya next chapter!