*Laura's POV*
"Laura you so have the hots for him", my best friend Ashley argued on the phone.
"Ewww yuck", I exclaimed. "One, he is a sophomore, you know how I feel about dating younger guys, two, he ain't cute at ALL, and three... he is Jesse McCartney, member of Gaystreet! You know I hate them".
"Well gotta go, brat needs the phone", she said.
"Ight. Well talk to ya laterz", I said.
"You like him!", she said and hung up.
She was wrong and she knew it. Or was she right and I just didn't wanna admit it?
*Next Morning*
"Good morning White Plains! It's 9:29 a.m.", my radio said as it turned on.
I opened my eyes.
"9:29? Oh shit! I am late", I screamed grabbing my keys and a folder and heading out the door knowing that I was still in my PJ's. "Oh well. I surely don't need to impress no one today".
Shortly after I arrived at school. I barged into the library.
"Laura, do you have any idea what time it is?", the monitor asked.
Jesse looked up at me and rolled his eyes.
"I overslept", I explained.
"You were the last time arrive, so you shall be the last to leave", she stated.
"Great!", I thought.
I looked around for a seat open, only one was the table Jesse was at. The monitor went in the back to watch her soaps.
"I'm not sitting here by choice!", I pointed out.
I threw my keys and folder on the table and sat down. I opened up my folder of ideas for songs.
"Why do you hate me?", he asked me.
"I didn't say I hate you. We just have nothing in common, therefore, we don't get along", I stated.
"We have more in common than you think", he mumbled.
"What was that?", I asked.
"I said we have more in common than you think", he said repeating himself.
"Oh really now?", I questioned. "How so?"
"Well for one, we have the same favorite group: New Found Glory", he said.
"One thing in common. I'm impressed", I said sarcastically.
"Laura you so have the hots for him", my best friend Ashley argued on the phone.
"Ewww yuck", I exclaimed. "One, he is a sophomore, you know how I feel about dating younger guys, two, he ain't cute at ALL, and three... he is Jesse McCartney, member of Gaystreet! You know I hate them".
"Well gotta go, brat needs the phone", she said.
"Ight. Well talk to ya laterz", I said.
"You like him!", she said and hung up.
She was wrong and she knew it. Or was she right and I just didn't wanna admit it?
*Next Morning*
"Good morning White Plains! It's 9:29 a.m.", my radio said as it turned on.
I opened my eyes.
"9:29? Oh shit! I am late", I screamed grabbing my keys and a folder and heading out the door knowing that I was still in my PJ's. "Oh well. I surely don't need to impress no one today".
Shortly after I arrived at school. I barged into the library.
"Laura, do you have any idea what time it is?", the monitor asked.
Jesse looked up at me and rolled his eyes.
"I overslept", I explained.
"You were the last time arrive, so you shall be the last to leave", she stated.
"Great!", I thought.
I looked around for a seat open, only one was the table Jesse was at. The monitor went in the back to watch her soaps.
"I'm not sitting here by choice!", I pointed out.
I threw my keys and folder on the table and sat down. I opened up my folder of ideas for songs.
"Why do you hate me?", he asked me.
"I didn't say I hate you. We just have nothing in common, therefore, we don't get along", I stated.
"We have more in common than you think", he mumbled.
"What was that?", I asked.
"I said we have more in common than you think", he said repeating himself.
"Oh really now?", I questioned. "How so?"
"Well for one, we have the same favorite group: New Found Glory", he said.
"One thing in common. I'm impressed", I said sarcastically.