The One

Chapter One

My name is Corin Davis. I am 17 years old in April and I run a program at my school called The Class Cupid. Basically, from February(SP??) through June, students come to me for romance and relationship advice. I also act as a match maker. I'm, apparently, pretty good too. The one thing I don't get is why they come to me.

I'm a 16 year old nerdy goth girl who has never had a boyfriend and whose best friend is gay. I wouldn't trust me with my own love life!

But, dispite all of that, people still come to me.

I just don't get it.

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"Corin! Corin!" I heard Art shout at me. "Corin! It's time to wake up, girl! Let's go!"

I groaned and turned over.

"Oh, no you don't!"

Suddenly, my black duvet was ripped off of me. A blinding light pierced my eyes.

"Turn it off!" I moaned.

Art was my best friend, but when he tries to wake me up when I don't want to wake up, I swear I could shoot 'em.

"No way. Its 5:30. We have to be at school in 15 minutes. Do you Want Class Cupid to open late?"

Honestly, at that point, I didn't care. I grabbed my duvet and pulled it over my eyes, just to have it yanked back off.

"Let's go, Corin. Its time to get up!"

I heard him open my closet door, shuffle around a little, and then I felt something land on my legs. It felt like a Tripp skirt and a shirt.

"If you open my underwear drawer, I'll kill you." I warned.

"Oo-oo-ooh look at me! I'm reaching for the handle! Uh oh! I'm fin-ger-ing the han-dle, and Corin doesn't have the guts to stop me! I'm about to o-pen it! slowly... slow-ly..."

I jumped out of bed and tackled him to the floor.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed, giggling.

"Art..." I growled.

"Hey, well, since you're up, time to get dressed. I've got a Tripp Skirt, mesh shirt, and Bullet For My Valentine T-shirt out for you with some striped socks, combat boots, and lipstick and eyeliner in your bathroom. Your glasses are next to the bed."

"I hate you."

"I know."

Five minutes later, I was dressed and ready. Art had his arms full of Art and Office supply store bags.

"Let's go. We're behind schedule and we still have a lot of work to do." He said, rushing me out the door.

We had gotten special permission to come into the school an hour and fifteen minutes early to set up our Class Cupid office.

Luckily, I lived right across the street from the school.

"Okay," Art said when we were outside of room 212, or Cupid's Office, "We've got a lot to do and not much time to do it. ARE YOU PUMPED!?" He shouted like a death metal singer.

"Yeah." I yawned.

"I didn't ask you if you were pumped. I asked if you were PUMPED?!"

"YEAH?" I screamed, without much enthusiasm.

"YEAH!"

"YEAH!"

"YEAH!"

"No." I shook my head.

I opened the class room.

"Oh...My...Goth..." We said together.

"It's like this place hasn't been cleaned since last year!" Art exclaimed.

"Oh well. Looks like we've got more work ahead of us than we thought. Let's go."

We got started dusting, sweeping, and rearranging.

"Hey," Art said as we began tacking up the hearts and cupids onto the coarkboard (SP??) "Have you notised that new guy?"

"Yeah. His name is Roth, right?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

"Whose team do you think he plays for? Yours or mine?"

I had to laugh. "I don't know! Maybe he'll come to us and we'll get to find out."

Roth had started school with us a few months ago. He was a few inches taller than me, he had spikey red hair (And not the orange-red, the red that you have to dye into your hair to get that red.), electric green eyes, and a gothic sense of style. He was totally cute, but totally anti social. He sat in the back corner of all of his classes, alone at lunch, and never showed up to school events! And he had every girl in school swooning over him. And Art. And me. But I wouldn't admit that. Not to anyone.

"I hope so! He is soooo cute!" Art sighed. "I swear, if he ever gets lonely with no friends, I'll be the first one by his side."

"Good luck beating all of those goggle-eyed fan girls of his to it." I joked.

"That won't be a problem." He grinned. "I will spread them like butter!" He made a motion with his hand to represent spreading butter on a slice of bread.

I laughed. "I'd hate to be the one up against you!"

"Yes you would."

"Let's just get this done."

At about 6:54, we had the entire room cleaned and Cupi-tized!

It was ready for business. I put the service hours on the door along with contact information and the website.

We were good to go.

And I was sleepy and violent.

Yay.

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I was back at the Class Cupid office at lunch and study hall.

I hadn't expected people to show up for a couple of days due to lack of publicity, but I was so wrong. There was a huge line down the hall way!

I shot into the office to find Art huddled up in a corner.

"There are too many of them!" He whimpered. "How are we going to take care of them all? What do we do?"

"Here." I said, already comming up with a plan. I grabbed a clipboard and several blank sheets of paper. "Write down their name, phone number, home room, and Cupid issue and tell them that if we don't get to them today, we'll call them to set up an appointment."

I shoved the paper at him and pushed him out the door, pulling in the first girl in line.

"Hey, I'm the Class Cupid. What can I do for you?" I greeted the girl with the standard Class Cupid greeting.

"I need advice (SP??)." She replied in a small voice.

"That's what I'm here for." I pulled out a set of pink index cards and a black pen. "First off, before we get started, I need some basic info. I need your name, Home room, grade, and phone number."

She nodded. "Clara Summers. Room 223. Grade 10. (PHONE NUMBER)"

I jotted down the info. "Okay, clara, what do you need?"

"How do I deal with guy behavior?" She asked.

"That depends. What kind of guy are you after?"

"He's kind of a bad boy. But I think he might have a sweet side to him. I'm in some of his classes, but he doesn't know I exist."

"This case is very common." I said. "I have a packet ready for this at all times." I pulled the Bad Boy Folder out of my desk and layed it out on the table. "This will help you figure out some of his behaviors. Also, if you ever get frustrated, this should help you out."

I gave her a few papers on "Bad boy" behaviors and asked her to send the next girl in.

I got through about 17 more cases before my lunch break finally came.

"I am so glad we got the teacher's old microwave!" Art exclaimed, throwing a leftover slice of pizza into the old machine.

"So am I." I agreed, taking a bite of my fettucini alfredo (SP??).

The teacher's lounge had recently gotten a new microwave, and we bought the old one to put into our office. Its amasing what you can do when you have connections.

"Hey, you'll never guess who I caught eyeballing the door today." Art said.

"Who?"

"Roth!"

"Roth?"

"Roth!"

"No!"

"Yes!"
"Really?"

"Really!"

"Roth Roth?"

"Roth Roth!"

"Are we talking about the same Roth Roth, or is there a different Roth Roth I should know about?"

"Same Roth Roth!"

"Why?"

"I don't know. A guy like him doesn't need help from the Class Cupid! He could have any girl, or me, at the drop of a hat!"

He had a point. A guy like Roth would have no need for my help. Why would he be eyeing my office?

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Author's Note: ANY GUYS OUT THERE I NEED YOUR HELP!!! IF YOU HAVE ANY SECRET CODES OR ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HELP THIS STORY ALONG, PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME! ALSO! IF YOU BOYS SEE ANY FLAWS IN MY ADVICE, PLEASE TELL ME! I LOVE ACCURACY!

BAD BOY ATTITUDES

IF HE...

Ignores you:

Say one minute he's trying to talk to you, and the next he forgets that you're there. GUYS HATE LOOKING LIKE WIMPS IN FRONT OF THEIR FRIENDS!!! More often than not, guys will cover up the fact that they like a girl in front of their boys by making it seem like they don't know that the girl exists. They are probably afraid that their buds will stop hanging out with him, or that the guys will get on him about chosing a girl over them. Play it like you're one of the guys, or be a total bad-ass in return. The guy will realise that you aren't going to put up with being ignored and should get it together.