CHAPTER 3
"You look really nice…and different with that on. Really pretty, actually." I turn around. A boy my age, wearing a pair of classy sunglasses, a underarmour athletic shirt, and a matching pair of sporty shorts.
He smiled, "Hi, I'm Connor. I heard you're the girl who is moving..to Canada? Wow. Impressive. And I heard you're rich, musically smart, pretty intelligent and shy. They never said you were..pretty." He laughed. I was in a daze, watching him saying those words. I didn't blush, like I bet other girls would have done.
"Oh, yeah. Um, thanks. My name's Cor-" I was about to say until he cut me off.
"Corinne, right?" He asked.
"Yeah," I smiled, and look out the window, seeing Bryce- wandering around. "Uh Oh." I froze.
"Bryce?..Oh, wait..don't tell me." He froze also.
"Yeah." I replied. "You might want to leave..before he finds I am with you-new kid." He grinned at me, showing his bright white teeth, and sprinted out the door, only finding Bryce coming towards him. I quickly ran into the clothes hangers, where I can hide and watch. I saw Connor showing no sign of saying that he saw me here. I guessed that Connor offered him to play a game of ball, or something, because Bryce agreed to leave me be and go hang out with Connor.
"Whew!" I said, after a while, crouching behind the hangers. I walked out the door, back to my house. I did all my homework from Westwood, one last time. I was sort of lonely, since I was home alone. Until the door bell rang.
"Huh?" I thought. No one was supposed to ring the doorbell at this time. Mom told me the maids weren't coming. I usually didn't have anyone over, unless- it could've been one of Aaron's friends or something. But I was definitely sure that it wasn't. I swiftly accelerated down my stairs, as softly as possible. I opened the door, seeing Connor. Once the door flew wide open, he pulled me into a hug, entering my house.
"Uh.." I say out of nowhere. I push him off of me. The hug felt warm and mushy, full of love. It was the first time I felt this way, towards, the opposite sex, a male. I think I got too overwhelmed, with shock, because I had pushed him pretty hard.
"Sorry. It's just, I know you're moving, soon."
"I can't accept the fact that you like me- it's too hard. I'm going to be in Canada. It was nice seeing you today- but.." I trailed off.
"But you like me too- I can feel it. You don't like Bryce." He finished my sentence.
"Ok.. um, thinker, but I don't like anyone here- I'm not going to like anyone in Canada either. I'm going to die alone!" I said, strongly.
"I don't want you to. I like you, it's love at first sight." He replied with passion and force.
"Well keep it at NO sight. If anyone knows I'm dating you- Bryce will.."
"That's HIS problem! Here," He took out a piece of paper with some writing on it. "This is my cell, my home address, facetime, and my email. Oh look, look at the time. See you- on facetime maybe? BYE!" He trailed down the stairs, running, running so I wouldn't be able to chase after him, not wanting to accept this slip of paper. I shrugged my shoulders, and decided to just pack my bags. I'm going to Canada, aren't I? I slumped back inside, and made myself some microwave food. I put the slip of paper neatly in my bag to Canada. Mom and dad finally came home on time for dinner, with some real delicious food. They brought me some spaghetti from Italian Touch. I guess it was an okay last dinner here at home.