How To Get A Girl

I dashed through the crowd, trying to find my friends whom I was already 20 minutes late to.

Okay, okay. Let’s stop right here, this is not one of those typical cliché stories where I accidentally bump into a majorly hot guy and I apologize, he says, “It was my fault, let me but you a coffee to make up for it.” No, that’s not how I met him. And if it wasn’t for my best friend making me meet her in the most (horrible) crowded place ever, I wouldn't have met him.

Little did I know, no matter how annoying that boy is, he was growing on me. Little did I also know, him picking up my phone accident wouldn't be my last encounter with him. Wish me good luck, I'm really going to need it.

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1. Problem With Boys

I dashed through the crowd, trying to find my friends whom I was already 20 minutes late to.

 

Okay, okay. Let’s stop right here, this is not one of those typical cliché stories where I accidentally bump into a majorly hot guy and I apologize, he says, “It was my fault, let me but you a coffee to make up for it.” No, that’s not how I met him. And if it wasn’t for my best friend making me meet her in the most (horrible) crowded place ever, I wouldn’t have met him.

 

I knew I should’ve stayed home…

 

Not paying attention to my footsteps, I tripped, almost falling on my face when my arm broke my fall. But my phone went falling. It hit a white converse, my eyes looking up from what seemed like forever until I saw whom the shoe belonged to.

 

He turned around, picking it up, noticing me on the cement in the act.

 

“That looks like a comfortable position.” He shouted, putting out a hand to help me up. I lightly smacked it away, helping myself up. I brushed my self off, trying to grab my phone. His hand swiftly moved, right as I reached for it. He stretched his arm up high, using his height advantage.

 

“Just give me my phone; I need to meet my friends. I don’t have time for your annoying teenage boy ways.” I harshly bit, trying to grab it for the umpteenth time.

 

“Teenage? Excuse me young lady, but I’m probably older than you.” He guessed, deep and raspy voice ringing through my ears.

 

“How old are you then? 15?” I replied, hands on hip. His raspy laugh sounded from above, I looked up and raised an eyebrow.

 

“Nice try, I’m 19. Do you even know wh-“

 

“And frankly, I really don’t care. Just give my phone and I'll be on my way.”

 

“You’re feisty… I like that.” An evil glint showed in his deep emerald eyes.

 

Am I falling for this psycho?

 

I caught him off guard and ripped my phone out of his hands. I stomped away angrily, not looking back. I ran into the coffee shop Cameron and Skylah made me meet them at. Their eyes darted to the door, standing up as they saw me. I quickly walked over, apologizing multiple times.

 

“What happened?” Cameron asked, putting my clutch on the seat with their purses.

 

“Just some stupid person...” I mumbled, drinking the hot chocolate the got for me.

 

“Like a girl we don’t like from school?” Skylah asked after taking a sip of her triple caramel macchiato.

 

“Worse,” I replied, pausing to stir the hot drink, “Some arrogant teenage boy”

 

“Oh my gosh! Was he cute? How old is he? You have to tell me everything!” Cameron freaked, almost spilling her drink.

 

“Well, I tripped and my phone went flying and he picked it up. He must’ve been like six foot or something because every time I tried to grab it, I had to jump and he still managed to keep it away from me. He was so stuck up and idiotic.” I scoffed.

 

“But you got your phone back, right?” Skylah asked.

 

“Thankfully…” I sighed, resting my chin on my hand.

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