"Justin is so attractive! Why does he have to have a girlfriend?" I wrote in my journal. I love my journal. A place where I can keep my personal thoughts without being judged or made fun of.
I closed it and yawned. I looked at the clock. 1:00AM. Gosh why did I spend so much time writing about Justin?
We go to school together, we live in the same neighborhood, and my best guy friend, Wil, is great friends with him. I've never spoke a word to this boy in my life. It's one of the those "doesn't know I exist" or "I'm totally invisible" situations. Not to mention he has her.
She is his girlfriend. She is a bubbly little blonde who's a cheerleader and all that junk. They're perfect together. It's a typical high school relationship. The most popular guy goes out with the most popular girl. Tailor would be her name. Unfortunately for me, she is gorgeous. Justin has plenty to pay attention to.
I'm on the bottom of the social chain with my two best friends, Kristin and Wil. We would be considered the "losers". I don't know how we got there or even why, but that's where we are. For Justin to go out with me would be a major "scandal". I've never had a boyfriend, never had a boy like me (that I know of), and never even had a first kiss. This sounds really stupid, but I wanted Justin to be all those things. She got to him before I could though.
I turned off my lamp and lay down. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
"Beep, beep, beep!"
Stupid alarm clock.
"Beep, beep, beep!"
Hold on one second…
"Beep, beep, beep!"
Ok, ok I'll turn you off! I banged the button on my alarm clock and opened my eyes. I sat up and stretched my arms. I smiled. More Justin dreams last night. I climbed out of bed and went downstairs. I started to make myself a bowl of cereal. Mornings were usually lonely,
My parents got divorced five years ago, when I was only ten. My dad took off to who knows where. I live with my mom now. She doesn't date at all and is still secretly upset about the divorce. I don't see her much because she leaves early in the morning to go to her job and then comes home and works some more. The only real "bonding" time we have is at dinner. So, I'm alone in the morning.
I finished breakfast and went upstairs to get ready. I headed to my room to pick out an outfit to wear. I'm not that girly, so picking out clothes is almost torturous. I settled on jeans and a blue tank top. Los Angeles was always warm. I loved being able to wear a tank top almost every day. I went in to the bathroom and did my makeup up and brushed my hair and such.
Ten minutes later I was sitting on the couch waiting for Kristin. Since I'm only fifteen, I can't drive. My mom can't drive me and the bus is definitely not an option, so Kristin is nice enough to give me a ride to school and back every day.
"Honk, honk!"
There she is. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
"Hey girl!" I said as I climbed into her car.
"Hey Emma! How was your sleep? Hehehe."
"Not funny Kristin!" I said as my cheeks turned red. "My sleep was very peaceful. I know you're going to ask, so yes, I did dream about Justin last night."
"You know me too well."
We laughed and drove to school. I only live five minutes away from and in no time we pulled into the Bradley High School parking lot. Bradley High isn't very big; only about one-hundred students in all.
I was got out of the car and retrieved my bag from the trunk.
Great really? Justin pulled up right next to us. I couldn't help but stare as Justin got out of the car. He flipped his gorgeous brown hair out of his eyes. He flashed a smile like no other. Why did he have to be so perfect? I looked at his warm brown eyes. I could stare into them for hours and just get lost. He wore my favorite blue button up with his usual jeans and skate shoes.
Ugh. Tailor had spotted him and was making a bee line straight toward him. She had now proceeded to cling to his arm as they walked away. She made me sick. I bet Justin got tired of her clinging all the time. If I was his girlfriend, I would never cling. I looked longingly after the couple.
"Hey Emma! Snap out of it!" Kristin said as she shook me."
"Huh? Oh sorry. Let's just go to class."
"Okay."
"Do you think I would ever have a chance with him, Kristin? I mean if Tailor wasn't in the picture?"
"Of course you would! You're super cute and smart and funny and-"
"Hey guys wait up!"
We turned around and saw Wil walking toward us. He caught up and said hi.
"Anyway, Emma you would be a way better match for him than Tailor," Kristin said.
"Wait what are we talking about? Oh wait, let me guess. Justin and Emma and sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-" Wil started to sing.
"Shut up Wil! Someone might hear you!" I said and frantically looked around. It looked like no one had heard. I punched him in the arm.
"Ow that hurt!"
"Yeah right you big baby," I said. "Let's just get to class."
I didn't have any classes with Justin. We had P.E. the same period, but that class was spilt between boys and girls.
The day went by in it's normal, boring routine. Lunch came around and still nothing new. The bell rang to end eight period.
"Finally!" I thought. "This day was so long and boring."
I picked up my books and started toward my locker. The halls were terrible here. They were too thin with way too people many trying to get through them at once.
"Oops! Sorry! Here let me help you," A voice said.
Was that really his voice? It was so sweet and kind. I had run into…Justin.