High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...


3. Chapter One, Part Two.

Room sixteen, seventeen, HA! I found you room eighteen! I thought to myself smiling. I pulled back the big oak door with the number 18 crudley painted on it and walked in. I saw a few people, not a lot that I noticed.

I sat down in a free seat more twoards the front. I was near a book shelf so I scanned it looking for something intriguing that I might be able to sneak a few pages into before class started. I put rested my hand on my chin and scanned the names... was this teacher obsessed with Greek Mythology or something?

"Hey, Ariel, right?"

I looked back over my shoulder to see Ryan smiling at me.

Again, everything in me went haywire. I wanted to melt, just fall apart because of that beautiful smile of his.

"Yeah," I said smiling, "Ryan, right?"

"Yeah." He said with a nod. "Mind if I sit here?" He put his binder on the desk next to me.

"Sure, knock yourself out." I said. I smiled seeing his semi-confused expression.

"I've never heard a girl say that before." He said.

"I'm not like a lot of girls." I replied. I found myself twirling a lock of hair around my finger, I stopped. What the heck? When did I ever twirl my hair around my finger?

He smiled and nodded. He opened his backpack and pulled out a book, the cover looked familiar, but I shook it off.

I looked back over to the books and realized something; I didn't want to stop talking to Ryan. I wanted him to say something to me and make me smile again and make a frenzie of fireworks go off inside of me. I sighed a little and looked down at my desk, a girl who was here before me wrote a 'M + J' in a heart. I smiled and traced the names.

I started to think of the friends I left back in Texas. Man I missed them. Last night I called my best friend Ashley, she was telling me the usual who's-going-out-with-who drama scandal and I listened like the friend I was. I honestly didn't care (I never did when I was still in Texas), but I always listened and threw in my opinion every now and then.

"Hey, do you play any sports?"

I looked up and over to Ryan, sure enough he was watching me. A concerned look quickly turned into another heart warming smile.

"Uh, I'm going to try out for tennis. You?" I said.

"Football." He replied.


"Yeah, there was this thing where you had to play in the summer, I was in it and the coach really liked me."

"That's awesome! Do you have a jersey number?"

"Yeah, thirteen."

"Really? That's my lucky number!"


"Yeah," I paused and smiled, "I'm going to call you thirteen from now on, okay thirteen?"

He laughed, a honest and adorable laugh. It made me weak and I couldn't help but giggle a little.

He looked back at me and nodded, still smiling. "Alrighty. What do I get to call you?"

"I don't know, what do you want to call me?"

He paused, watching me still smiling. "I want to call you my girlfriend."

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