At
First Sight
Chapter
3
(in school)
That thought
killed me. It was gnawing at me al day. Did Scott think I was
ugly? Did he think I was fat. There was no way he felt the
same way about me. I could feel my cheeks get red. There was
knot in my throat. a started breathing heavy.
"Juliet!" Ms. Fazzio skwaked. Are you paying any
attention, or are you just drawing pictures again?" The
whole class was looking at me. I didn't even notice I was
drawing hearts and Scott's name all over my notebook.
"Stay after class with me today. I want to talk to
you." After the bell rang I stayed with Ms. Fazzio as
she lectured me about how i needed to pay attention and blah,
blah, blah. I was the scolded in gym for being late.
"Why were you late? Did Fazzio make you stay. Oh! You
better tell me who you like! Oh my gosh you have to
tell me! PLEASE! If you don't-"
"I'll tell you!" I interrupted. "Well,
let's just say you know him. In fact, you introduced me
to him."
"I did? Wait...Scott?" I grinned. I could feel
butterflies jus at the mention of his name. "Oh my gosh!
It is Scott! No way! Awh! I'm gonna tell him!"
We talked about it all gym class and on the way to
science.
During class, we passed a note that said:
Cassie: I can't believe you like Scott!
Me: I like him a lot.
Cassie: I can't wait to tell him!
Me: What if he doesn't think I'm pretty?
Right after I sent the note back to her of course i burped
and the whole class heard it. Everyone was giggling in their
seats. I buried my face in my arms because I knew it was
getting red.
I started to think less and less of Scott as weeks went by.
Of course I was still incredibly in love with him
I just never saw him or heard of him. Cassie got
me and this guy named Angel together. He was nice, but I
dumped him after a few days because Scott was the only one I
truly liked.
After I broke up with Angel, I started to think of Scott 24/7
again. I started making up scenarios again, and drawing
hearts. I hoped that school would maybe take my mind off of
him. But when I walked in I saw a folded up paper
on my desk. I was terrified to know what it
said.
Hey guys! I love to
write mysteries/scifi/horror and all that jazz. But i decided
to write a love story and share it with witty (since I know you
guys love that stuff) I'm fairly new to writing love
stories so please feel free to constructively criticize me! But
please don't ridicule. I really hope you guys like it(:
please don't jock this!!
I KNOW ITS BORING RIGHT NOW, BUT IT WILL GET
BETTER(: