“Here.” He said, handing me the white envelope that remain sealed with a small blue sticker that read sixteen on it. I gape at the letter, then peer back up into twinkling mossy green eyes that belonged to no one other than Cameron Anderson, the dirty blonde headed boy who girls drooled over and fantasized about during their free time. Undoubtedly they were all only after him for his daddy’s wealth, some possibly his looks. Simply Cameron was the captain of the well respected baseball team who most likely has the intelligence of a 5 year old and in no way was I going to be dragged into the feminine world of raging hormones over this guy, even if he is rather good looking, I unashamedly admit to myself. “Thanks, but no thanks, I have plans.” …show more content…
Striding over towards her I put an end to the poor books misery. “Take it easy before you break something.” I warn her as I slide my backpack onto the ground and begin stuffing it with my overly heavy and rarely used books, allowing space for her to now put her beaten up Geometry book. “Well these lockers are so damn small,” She complains. “You wouldn’t even be able to stuff a dwarf in here.” She gestures at the tiny green locker that was no more than six inches wide. “That’s not very nice.” I tell her and she shrugs. “I’m not a very nice person.” She admits honestly and I shake my head at her and hold the invention Cameron had just given me under her nose. “Cameron gave you an invitation?” She asks snatching the white paper from my hand. “That’s stupid of him to give you an invite, there's no doubt that you’re not going to go.” She states matter of factly and I snatch the invite back from her greedy hands. “I’m not.” I simply …show more content…
I bet he does a lot of ‘fun” things with a lot of different girls. “You know that’s not what I mean,” she scorns playfully. “Besides, Cameron’s a virgin.” She says and I can’t help the hyena laughter that bursts from me, not caring that heads turn in our direction. What she has just said has me howling and has her now seriously scowling at me. “It’s not funny Gabriella, he seriously is,” she says and by her deadpan expression I tell that she’s not lying and I struggle to retain my composure, but it’s just too hard for me to comprehend. Cameron, a virgin? Ha! If he’s a virgin, I’m fucking Queen Elizabeth II I snort to myself. “If he actually is a virgin,” which I highly doubt. “Why isn’t he desperately trying to get into other girls pants like he’s suppose to?” “Who says he’s suppose to? Not all guys are like that Gabriella.” She retorts and I give her an exasperated eye roll. “There maybe guys who aren’t like that Sophia, but I don’t have time to play Where’s Waldo with them.” I complain, rubbing my now throbbing temples at the thought of guys who take what they want from you and then kick you out of their moving car, leaving you a puddle of emotions and
“Yeah?” Tom muttered moodily, his face a picture of despondency. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s probably featuring in his
“I’m not sure what to say to that,” I admit. I decide to let this drop too. “You amaze me, you know that. I wish more of the brothers had women like you.” “You’re biased Kane.
“I’ll go to Caron, and –” Gwaine held up his hand and shook his head. “No. You must
Cameron moves from finding herself through secretive rebellion and, although she still pines for her dollhouse and the home it symbolizes, begins to find herself through new friends and the strength she gains in order to keep her own character. Her coming of age symbolizes the need we all have to build upon the world we have imagined for ourselves, just as she has come to make her dollhouse safespace a reality. Even as the theme of this coming of age shifts away from secrecy, when Cameron is outed she keeps her rebellious personality, allowing her to continue to build on this
“So, Lesley.” My friend turned to stare at me with an expectant gaze. “Are you going to go?” How am I supposed to answer that question? What if nobody will end up going?
"Sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." "It's OK. Besides, I refuse to believe you came here to talk about my sordid past, so tell me, what can I do for you on this early morning?" "You're right.
" Well, when you put it that way..." We both laughed and Sadie stood up. "Get ready...we'll leave in an hour. " I nodded and she walked out.
"I'm sorry." Neysa examines the floor mat. "I'm sorry," Leo mocks. "I'm sorry I'm always late. I'm sorry I'm a lying slut.
She's the most popular girl at Collingston High. Every guy wants her and every girl wants to be her. You don't get that status by being stuping nice, Roman," I said, Roman's eyes were still locked on her. " I think it's just fancy wrapping paper." " Anyway, Scott Jakowski's parents are out of town and he's throwing one hell of a bash after the game.
Do you ever remember that one busy week in your life? The one that unravels you like a cheap sweater that only lasted five days? It was a mellow Monday morning, around August. I woke up thinking about what to do that day, there was nothing to do. I layed in bed despondently, exactly like a very sick patient.
‘’Emily’’wake up,you're going to be late for school. ’’ I ignored my mom and kept my eyes closed hoping that she would just leave. ‘’Emily’’ get up up, i'm not going to repeat myself again. Wake up emily or am going to take your drawing book away from you for a month!’’
" Oh, why tha-a-thank you Ms. Jones." He says with a smile stretched across his face. I smile and nod. When he walks past me to collect the papers of the kid behind me, that's when Nathan decides to laugh at me.
The Trial was over. It was a time of much turmoil in my heart and soul. How could I face all those who spoke up against me? They had only known Lucas for two years, so to speak up and say he was such a magnificent outstanding man who would never do what he did, was so indescribably wrong.
Despite regretting my decision to sleep with that dickhead Darcy, I have loads of respect for myself. As for yours and Harry’s respect I neither care about it nor do I want it, because you two are a bunch of uneducated, misogynistic assholes that desperately need to go and fuck themselves.” She hurriedly picks up her Mt Everest of books and bolts out the classroom door, not even waiting for her name to get ticked off. Ignoring the curious looks the rest of the class and teacher are giving me, I pretend that what happens between Kora and I doesn’t bother me.
"You are kidding! " The girl said angrily, studying him with a long gaze. "I don’t." He answered. "I can show you my mini rewards that I always carry with me."