You know those type of girls who are new, poor, and sit at the back of the class for the rest of the year to avoid contact with anyone? Well, I'm not that type of girl. Let me introduce myself:
My name is Macy Reynolds. I am 16 years old. I was born in Seattle, Washington, but recently moved to Denver, Colorado, since my dad opened a new location here. My dad's the owner/president of Reynolds Inc, which is a communications service provider; the largest one in Washington, and now, also in Colorado, so my dad's rich, and I live in a 25-million dollar mansion, that once belonged to some legend that I don't even bother to learn his name.
This morning's my first day at Denver High. I woke up at 6am to change, brush my hair and teeth, and apply a bit of mascara and black eye liner. I was done by 6:25. I don't really care what I wear, so I changed into a pair of dark-rinsed jeans, a plain white tank top, a black leather jacket, a pair of white Converse, and a black 'beanie' style hat.
Right now, I'm at my new bus stop, listening to music on my phone. It's about a block far from my house. There's someone waiting in front of me, but I don't bother saying 'hi' to him. I turn up the volume of 'Jet Lag' by Simple Plan, and a few seconds later, I see the bus pulling up. I get inside, and the bus driver greets me with a warm smile. I smile back, and notice the bus is pretty full. I start walking to the back, and finally see two seats that aren't taken. One is beside a cute guy, and the other one is beside a guy who's picking his nose. I decide to go beside the cute guy. As I walk towards him, he looks up at me and smiles. As I'm about to sit, he moves his feet to the seat I was going to sit in, and says:
"Sorry, this seat's taken."
"Um, but there's no one sitting there."
"Ya, it is. It's taken by my feet."
I look into his beautiful blue eyes, and say:
"I said no one's sitting there."
"And I said this seat's taken and by my feet. Go find another one." He smirks.
I scoff: "Fine. I'll do that while you fuck yourself."
I hear bunch of 'ooh-ing' behind me and people chuckling and laughing.
I turn around, and sit down. I raise the volume all the way up. I sigh and decide that today's going to be a long day.
--
A/N:
Heeyyy!!
Please vote, comment and read my story!!
THHXXX!!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Him
Romance**THE PREVIOUS TITLE WAS MY HIGHSCHOOL LOVE STORY. IT'S THE SAME STORY, NOTHING CHANGED, JUST THE TITLE** My heart is racing and pounding at the same time. Why do I feel like this? Why is it that every time I touch him, or even look at him from a m...
