7. Abby
"Hello?" My phone began to ring as soon as I sat down to do some homework.
"Abby, it's Brett."
"Oh, hi. What's up?"
"Just thinking about you. I cant get your cute little smile off my mind." Everything he said just made me smile. Do I really like him this much after knowing him for so little time? I can't believe it. I have never fell for a guy this easily. "What are you up to?"
"Trying to get some homework done. Have you ever had Mr. Sheiber?"
"Yeah, I had him last year. Why do you have him?"
"For English, silly." Maybe he doesn't know I'm a junior. This can't be good.
"Uh, as in, junior English?" Oh boy.
"Yeah." Silence swept the conversation for a few minutes.
"Oh, that's cool. I didn't know you are a junior."
"Uh, yeah. Sorry. I thought you knew. TO be honest, I was just happy a gorgeous senior was even talking to me." Back at my old school I didn't get much attention, especially not from guys like Brett.
"How much homework do you have left?"
"A lot, actually. Why?"
"Oh, cause I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee or something. Maybe tomorrow after school?"
"Yeah, that would be great!" Not only did he randomly kiss me, he wants to hang out with me too! This is the greatest school ever!
"Abigail! Sweetie! Dinner time!" My mom called from down stairs in the kitchen.
"Well, I have to go to dinner. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"No question, locker buddy. Later." I hung up and sat on my bed for a minute with a dumb smile on my face before dinner. I could never let my brothers see how happy I was over a boy or I would never hear the end of it. I ran downstairs to find everyone already eating.
"So, did you guys hear?" My twin, yes twin, brother Aiden asked the table. Everyone shook their heads. "Abby has a boyfriend."
"Do not!" I kicked him under the table. He was the exact reason I didn't want to come to dinner tonight.
"A boyfriend! Oh, Abby, why didn't you tell me?" My mother leaned in intensly.
"Because I don't have one."
"Abby has a boyfriend! Abby has a boyfriend!" My younger brother Kyle chanted obnoxiously.
"Do not, you little twerp!" I pushed my plate away and crossed my arms. I hated how my family blew such little things out of proportion. I mena, sure, I do like Brett, a lot. But we aren't dating! Yet.
