《Freshman》Courtney, Angela
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Courtney
Ew. Monday. I felt sick this morning, and I didn't even want to come to school, but why miss the third day? Its too early in the year for that. Plus, I wanted to see Andrew. Ugh, I'm not achieving my goal at all. Its actually getting worse.
Every time I see him, the feelings just start all over again. Yeah, it sounds like one of those stupid quotes you see all over Facebook, but its so true. this is the longest I've ever liked any boy. Ever. And I've liked many boys in my time. It gets me so mad because I know that he might never like me back. Yet I still spend all my time thinking about Andrew. This sucks.
But anyways, today was okay. Andrew got dismissed during English class, so I only got to see him for a short time. I wasn't too happy about that.
I know what you're thinking. Is Andrew all she talks about? Well, not usually. I only start talking about him when I see him.
I'll be seeing Andrew every Tuesday and Thursday after school for tennis practice. I really hope he takes his shirt off, but I didn't say that out loud.
Angela
I didn't go to school today because I had a fever and my stomach hurt. Yeah, already. I'm known for missing a lot of school, so I wasn't too worried about what people had to say.
On Sunday, Mike and I walked around Hadley until it got dark out. It was amazing. We kissed a little, ok, a lot. Nope, we still aren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Call us "friends with benefits", I guess.
I told Courtney about Mike and I, and she seemed disappointed in me. She reminded me that things don't usually work out with a junior and a freshman. People would talk a lot and no one would approve. But I didn't care. Who were they from keeping me away from the boy that I love? Yep, the boy I love.
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So I did something crazy. I text messaged Mike and told him that I had to tell him something.
Me: I gotta tell you something... it can't wait.
Mike: Sure, anything J
Me: Ok.. Well... I'm just gonna say it. I really like you and I wwant to be more than friends.
It took long for a reply. I was freaking out. Did I scare him off or something? Probably. I did that a lot. But then, my phone vibrated.
Mike: Of course I like you back! I was going to ask you out officially in person today, but you didn't come. I thought it was because of me.
Me: No! I was sick. And I'm definitely coming to school tomorrow. ;)
Now I'm so excited, I can't fall asleep. No sleep is better than missing a moment thinking of Mike.
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