Met Online

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Hero56 is requesting your friendship - do you wish to accept or deny?


She is shy and everything but popular.

He is the school jerk and nothing but popular.

They didn't know what they were looking for.

She didn't feel pretty at all.

He could have any girl he wanted.

They met online...


1. Chapter One | Met Online

Chapter One

It is said that an average person spends about 20,160 minutes kissing in their lifetime. Over twenty thousand minutes and I haven’t used up a single second of mine.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I mumble as I push my food tray as far away from me as it can possibly get on the round table.

“Sometimes I wonder if they ever get afraid that they might drown in their own saliva,” Taylen admits as she unscrews the cap of her soda and takes a sip, before she adds; “I know I would.”

“That has to be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen,” I declare as I stare at the couple three tables down from ours. They’re too busy with each other to notice that we’re staring at them.

Samantha is comfortably seated in Justin’s lap. Her hands are locked around his jaw and his around her waist. Their lips are locked in a kiss so aggressive that it could only be categorized as inappropriate. I’m surprised that none of the teachers has told them to break it up already. I would do it, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m trying my best to make them forget that I even exist.

“What about the math teacher’s chest hair?” Taylen asks as she raises her eyebrow at me.

“You’re right,” I admit, scrunching my nose in disgust at the image of my math teacher’s low cut sweater flashing through my mind, before I correct myself: “It’s the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”

Taylen tilts her head to the side and studies the lip locked couple. “It kinda looks like she’s trying to eat his face.”

She is right. It does look like Samantha is trying to eat Justin’s face - either that or she’s trying to drown him in her saliva. I don’t know which one would be worse.

“I don’t think she would eat his face.” My statement earns me a confused glance from Taylen. “She’s on a new ‘zero calorie’ diet,” I explain with a shrug.

“Right,” Taylen sighs, as she diverts her eyes back on to the two lovebirds. She spares them a single, appalled, glance, before she turns back around to me. “What do you have next period?” she asks, faking interest. And that’s it. We’re off to the next topic.

“Gym class.” I hate gym class - I always have. To me gym class is just another stupid excuse for teachers to humiliate their students without getting in trouble for it.

“Lucky you,” Taylen exclaims.

I never understood why she likes gym class so much. I have this theory that she likes the sight of the sweaty high school boys more than she likes to actually get sweaty herself. I’m probably not too far off from the truth. “I have math. I’m just praying Mr. Baxter isn’t wearing one of his low cut sweaters today.”

We both shudder at the thought of Mr. Baxter and his untamed chest hair, sticking up above the color of his usual low cut V-neck sweaters.

“As much as the thought of the chest hair jungle horrifies me, I would gladly trade with you,” I admit. I’m pretty sure I would be willing to do anything to get out of gym class.

“That bad, huh?”


“Just try to dodge the ball and you’ll survive,” Taylen jokes, but I don’t find it as amusing as I do her normal jokes. I know she’s just trying to lighten my mood but there’s nothing that can ease the feeling of my internal organs doing backflips in my body.

I feel like I’m going to throw the little bit of lunch I have managed to get down, up again and all I want to do is flee from the school instantly. But I already have three warnings this month for having skipped gym class and another warning will result in a phone call to my parents.

“I’ll try.” I force a smile, so she won’t see exactly how much the thought of going to gym is killing me on the inside. I don’t really think she’s convinced, but before she can say anything the warning bell rings and as if on cue the majority of the students rise from their seats and head for the exit.

“I guess that’s my cue,” Taylen sighs, as she gathers her things and stands from her seat, blocking my view of the lip locked couple. “Are you coming?”

“I guess,” I tell her, as I try to fight off the lurking nausea.

I leave my half filled food tray on the table. It’s unusual of me and it earns me a couple of weird glances from Taylen. But I ignore them; I have enough on my mind already, I don’t need to be worrying about what she thinks of me too.


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