|How Cliche Could You Get?
Author: AndThenIFoundTenDollars PM
What else is a girl supposed to do when her friend needs help prying his stalker off of him? Fake date him of course. Lord help me.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 983 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Published: 12-26-11 - id: 2982919
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Hey Ya'll. First story! :) but anyways, I hope it won't turn into a cliche', but hey, we all love those, right? okay! here it goes!
This year is not starting off well. At all. For starters, all of my friends live atleast 20 minutes away since my father is too damn stubborn to move away from this hellhole, and there is absolutely nothing to do in the Godforsaken town. I mean, there are literally under 100 people who live here. Hellhole is not an exaggeration. But anyways, I guess I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Conner. Yes, I know. Conner is generally a boys' name, but hey. I didn't pick it. It's nothing like my older sister's. Lichelle. Her's is so girly while mine is so, not. But, I guess our names match our personalities. She's always been the girlier one out of us. She spends a good hour on her hair everyday. I mean, really? Why? She has brownish hair that cascades down to the middle of her back, while mine is blonde and stops at my shoulders since I recently sent a good 12 inches into Locks Of Love. Some little kid needed it more than I did and I was more than happy to let them have it.
Anyways, I kinda got off topic didn't I? I guess there's one more plus side to living in this hellhole and his name is Parker. I know what you're probably thinking, "Oh, they're the kids who grew up together and they're gonna end up together!". I swear, if I hear that from one more person I might just explode. I mean, yeah we grew up together and we're good friends, but we're not best friends and we're sure not in love with each other. I mean, come on. How cliche could some poeple get? Anyways, as I was saying, Parker is the only kid in my class who actually lives in the same town as I do. (Basically, long story short, the school in our town is only a few years from shutting down due to lack of students, so instead of go down with it, we left after our freshman year to go to school 20 minutes away so we wouldn't have to transfer as juniors or seniors) And let me tell you, we are still shunned by the whole town. I mean really, that was a year and a half ago. Get over it, people! Gah, and people say I hold grudges. Okay, I do. You piss me off one time and you're on my shit list. I absolutely hate drama. I hate it with a passion. Loathe entirely! Yeah, I just quoted the Grinch. Got a problem with it? Good.
I groaned as I rolled out of bed Monday morning. My dad spend a good 20 minutes persting me to get up before he threated to throw water on me. That got me up really fast. I spent about as much time on my hair as my little brother would. I threw it up into a ponytail, threw on a headband and called it good. The only make-up I wore was eyeliner. It's not that I hate dressing up and wearing make-up, I just prefer keeping it simple. It makes the times when I do dress up and wear make-up more noticable. I threw on some jeans and my zebra Converse along with my volleyball t-shirt and walked out the door, dreading the 20 minute drive. Parker and I don't ride together mainly because I go out for sports and he chooses to spend his time fixing up old cars. He's crazy if you ask me, but whatever floats his boat. We meet up at school and spend our time before school starts talking about useless drabbles, completely oblivious to the world around us. That is, until Lexii comes into the picture. Let's get this straight, Lexii has been obsessing over Parker since the second grade. But really, how could you blame her? He's 6', has the brownest eyes ever, and his dark hair always has that messy look to it. It's practically screaming, "PLAY WITH ME!", which I do. On a daily basis in Spanish 1. Most people think we're secretly dating because we do hang out a lot, but when it comes down to it, I honestly can't see myself dating him. That would just be too weird. And unlike most schools that I know of, our school is small. Like, I know every body's name and their pets' names. And on that note, that also means that all of the teachers know everybody on a personal level too. Also, our classes are so small, you don't get away with talking during class nonchalantly and you certainly don't flirt in class. That's a big no-no here in small town middle of nowhere. Teachers love to gossip too, you know.
Parker decides to wait for me to finish up with volleyball practice today and by this one simple gesture I know something's up. He never waits for me. We always go out seperate ways after school. I take extra time taking off my knee brace, knee pads, and shoes before heading over to his pickup where he's waiting. He has that mischivious look in his eye. That same look that ended with me breaking my wrist in the 6th grade. Something was either really wrong, or something really funny was about to happen. I could sense it. He looks at me and grins. Uh-oh.
"Guess who has a date this weekend." He said with that devilish grin that make girls go weak at the knees.
Lord help me.