Chapter 1
The phone rang. Its shrill filled the empty kitchen. "Ya?" I asked with a mouthful of toast.
"Claire, you better hurry up I'll be at your house in 20 minutes." Quil's chipper voice practically sang.
"Sheesh. Fine." I slammed the phone down.
Quil was the ultimate best friend. He was always there for me. I supposedly met him when I was 2, but me being 16 I can't remember every single detail. All I knew was that as long as I could remember Quil was there. As a big brother in my early years and a best friend now. I love to look back at the photo albums all the time. Strange thing is, Quil looks the exact same as he was years ago. I've been trying to ask him about it but every time I get enough courage to bring it up it drops again like a bomb. Now, I am really out-going person but there's something about Quil that makes me so shy.
Today was the first day of my junior year in high school. I was completely nervous. I'd really changed this summer. Puberty really hit me this summer. I now had curves and more defined face. I swallowed the rest of my toast and made a dash for the shower. As soon as the water hit my muscles I felt more relaxed. My brain slowly crept toward wondering if there was going to be any cute new guys this year. I finished in the shower and got out. I wrapped the towel around my body and stepped outside letting the steam pour out of the bathroom. I looked at the clock. I had 7 minutes before Quil came! I tightened the towel around my and ran to my vanity. I didn't wash my hair this morning because I knew I wouldn't have time. I combed over my side bangs and let the rest go straight down. I had strait brunette hair that complimented my green eyes nicely. Or as Quil said anyway. I put on some light eyeliner, green eye shadow, and mascara. I looked decent I thought as I brushed my teeth. I heard a car honk as I rinsed and spit. I knew it was Quil. I grabbed my backpack and slid on my black Coverse before I headed out the door. I saw Quil's face go into pure shock as I opened the door to his 1980's blue Chevy. "What?" I asked confused.
"Claire. You're wearing a towel." He said with a strange look across his face.
"Huh?" I looked down and sure enough I was still in my towel.
My mouth dropped open and a blush went from my hairline to my neck. I looked up at Quil to see a smirk written on his face. "Excuse me for a minute." I ran back inside clutching my towel.
How embarrassing? And I swear I thought he was checking me out. Good God, get a grip Claire. He's your best friend. Jezz, I ran to my closet, almost tripping over a card board box beside my door. I grabbed some skinny jeans and a navy blue tank top and shrugged them on. I gave myself one good look in the mirror, to make sure everything was perfect and headed out the door to school.