|How Did I Fall In Love With You?
Author: cheimpo17 PM
COMPLETE! Sophie has a problem. The hottest guy in school is head over heels in love with her, yet she can't stand him. What's a girl to do and why won't she give him a chance?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 1,942 - Reviews: 210 - Favs: 245 - Follows: 78 - Updated: 01-09-09 - Published: 03-02-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2327491
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How Did I Fall In Love With You?
Author's notes: I have decided to try an attempt in writing another story. I am bored at home and need something to occupy my time and this has been in my head for a while. Although, rating may go up depending on where I go with this. Anyway, hope you like this so far and Kendyl, this is for you.
I stop in the midst of taking a bite into my sandwich when the owner of that voice plops down next to me. I turn to see who is disrupting my lunch to see a pair of deep chocolate eyes staring right at me.
"Oh hey Riley," I grinned, tucking an errant lock of my raven hair behind my ear as I set my sandwich down. "What's up?"
Unfortunately Riley, for some odd reason, doesn't hear me and seems to intently have both eyes fixed on a certain area across the lunchroom. I decide to follow his gaze to see what has him so lost in thought and start to shake my head when I realize it's always the same thing. Amber.
"Um, Ri?" I teased, lightly nudging my dark brown-haired friend in the shoulder. "Earth to Riley?"
Madison, my best friend and who is sitting right across from me, quickly smirks at me, her hazel eyes shining at me, as I roll my deep brown eyes at her before she turns her curly, brunette head to follow Riley's gaze.
Riley had managed to sum up the courage a couple of months back and asked Amber out. As he went out on his date, Maddie and I were thinking of asking him about it the next day when he showed up at my house.
I had no idea why he was standing in my doorway when he should be out with his 'dream girl', when he brushed right past me heading straight into my living room, ignoring Maddie all together.
Joining him on the couch as he plops down right next to Maddie, he starts telling us about his disastrous date. He was saying how the two of them just sat there, staring in the opposite direction instead of talking to each other. He said that he could tell that Amber was miserable, sipping at her water constantly and picking at her food, while Ryan was wracking his brain the whole night, trying to find something to say to her.
When dinner was over, instead of trying to find some way of saving this miserable excuse of a date, Riley decided to just end the night there. He then buried his head in his hands when Amber quickly, without any hesitation, agrees to his suggestion. Riley even swore that he heard her breathe a sigh of relief.
The rest of the night, we comforted our friend, trying to reassure him that he probably still is a chance to try asking her out again.
"Hey Riley," I whispered as Maddie starts waving her hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. "You are starting to drool."
"Whaa?" Riley half asked, leaning in closer to me.
"You are still keen on her, aren't you?" I sighed as his eyes are still completely transfixed on the pretty, light brown-eyed blonde sitting a few tables over while Maddie starts to giggle.
"I dunno," he sighed. "I guess I do."
"So then what's the problem?" Maddie said.
"You heard what happened on my date with her, didn't you?" he asked her.
"Um, of course I did," she smirked. "You practically whined to me and Soph about it."
"I think I blew it."
"You didn't blow it," I said as Maddie stuck her tongue out at me for kicking her in the shins.
"Sure I did," Riley half-heartedly answered, running his fingers through his hair.
"Then why has she been staring at you during this entire conversation?" I said.
Riley immediately whips his head back in the direction and glances over at the table where Amber is sitting. Maddie and I start to smirk when we see Amber with a small smile on her mouth as he turns to face her.
"It's quite clear that she still likes you too," I whispered in his ear as Riley weakly waves at her.
"Honestly Riley," Maddie sighed. "Sometimes you are so thick."
I turned to wait for a remark from Riley, but nothing came out. He was too busy looking smitten at Amber again.
Just as I am about to bite into my sandwich, I suddenly feel this presence behind me. I just happen to stumble on a glance at Madison (or Maddie as her friends like to call her) as I look up to see that she too has this dreamy look on her face too, uncannily resembling my mooning friend sitting beside me.
Watching as she stops her waving her hand in mid-motion with her mouth hanging wide open, I finally turn to see what-or who-has caught her attention to see the bane of my existence. It was none other than Dylan Davies, the hottest guy in our grade standing right behind me.
The reason he is so hot is that I think it mostly has to do with his wonderful, boyishly handsome good looks with his perfectly coiffed, dirty blonde hair, piercing bright blue eyes, chiseled chin, tanned skin and wicked smile. Or, it could be because he is also the captain of the football, soccer, basketball and baseball team.
Um, is it me or am I starting to sound like a stalker? Oops. Bad Sophie. Now where was I? Oh yes.
As I was saying, while also making a mental note to lecture myself for getting too absorbed, almost all the girls in our grade either love him or have some kind of crush on him and want to be his main girl. Hey, he is known as Mr. Dishy for God sakes! I mean, how lame is that? Mr. Dishy…pssht!!
"H-hey Dylan," Maddie whispered quietly, forming a huge grin across her face like she had taken some sort of love potion.
Dylan just smiles politely at her with that smile that makes most girls swoon as he sits down next to me.
"Hey Sophie," he grinned at me, lightly nudging my shoulder.
"What do you want Davies," I said, rolling my eyes as Maddie continues to just sit there looking dumb-struck.
"I was just wondering if you have made your decision?" he asked, grinning even more broadly at me. "I mean, you still haven't given me an answer to my question."
"Um, what was the question again?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I guess you must not have heard me since you probably are so busy admiring my good looks," Dylan replied, running his hand through his blonde locks.
"That must be it," I sarcastically said as I tried my best not to vomit all over myself at that comment while snapping my fingers. "I guess you will have to remind me then."
"You always seem to make me laugh Soph," Dylan chuckled as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. "You are so funny unlike some of these airheads in our school."
"Ha ha," I cringed when I felt him pull me closer.
You are probably wondering why someone this hot is making me want to hurl my half-eaten lunch out of my stomach instead of doing the conga for someone like this paying attention to me, right? Sure he is totally hot, but how can you stand someone who seems to always think he is God's gift to us girls? I mean, he seems to always be walking around the school with his head held high and it has nothing to do with over confidence. Maybe some weird stench in the vicinity of his nose? Sorry. Mind is wandering again.
Anyway, Dylan always thinks he has some kind of over-bearing attitude towards people he deems lower than him, which is most of the guys, and has this mannerism of knowing that he can get any girl in the school. It also doesn't help that girls are constantly flocking towards him, or even groveling at his feet, being at his beck-and-call whenever he asks one of them to do him a favor.
Sorry, but that's not for me. Me, I'd rather have someone with a more completely brain instead of constantly admiring his own reflection in puddles when it rains.
"So," Dylan said, pulling me closer to him. "Do you want to go watch a movie with me tomorrow night? There is this great movie that I am dying to watch and don't want to go with some friends, but would rather go with someone as gorgeous as you."
Like you have any, I thought as I look over at Maddie and just roll my eyes.
"If you want, Madison and Riley can join us too," he continued.
"Um…" I began, but was instantly cut off by my friend.
"That sounds like a great idea," Maddie brightly said.
"Alright," Dylan grinned. "So, shall we just meet after school by your locker?"
"After school it is," Maddie replied enthusiastically.
"Okay then," Dylan said as he pulled me in once more before getting up. "I'll talk to you girls later."
"What the hell was that all about?" I asked once he is out of earshot.
"Soph," Maddie said. "The hottest guy in school has the major hots for you and you don't want to give him any chance."
"Well duh," I said. "Who wants to go out with someone who always wants to just talk about himself?"
"How would you know that unless you go out with him?" Maddie sighed, rolling her eyes at me. "He probably is really sweet when he goes out on a date."
"Or he is feeding some kind of cheesy lines about how gorgeous he looks," I said. "Didn't you hear what he said to me?"
"You can't blame him for thinking that way. I mean his is totally hot."
"Then you go out with him."
"Who are you two talking about?" Riley asked, joining in the conversation.
"Done with your mooning?" Maddie said.
"Yes," he stubbornly said. "Now stop bugging me about my love life."
"Or the lack of it," she sniggered.
"Well you don't seem to have one either."
"I have more…"
"Hey," I interrupted. "I do not want to be sitting in the middle of one of your guys' arguments again so quit it."
"So, then who are we talking about?" Riley demanded feeling a little flustered.
"You and I are joining Sophie and Dylan tomorrow night to watch a movie," Maddie said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"You actually said yes to that arrogant jerk?" Riley asked, completely shocked.
"I didn't agree to anything," I said, shooting my other best friend a look. "Maddie seems to want to be my spokesperson today and did the arranging for me."
"He really is a nice guy you two," Maddie stubbornly said. "Anyway, it should be fun tonight."
"Then you better sit next to him," I pointed out to her. "I don't want to hear him constantly asking me how hot I think he is."
"Fine fine," she sighed.
Getting up as the bell starts to ring, I grumble to myself in annoyance at the day to come as the three of us head out of the lunchroom.