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...


38. Chapter Seven, Part Three.

(Ariel: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=100056294 )

I woke up early the next morning and smiled. Today, Jackson and I were going to go to a farmer's market and hang out. I got out of bed and got changed.

[ the time it takes a girl to get ready ]

I went downstairs and grabbed a jar of nutella. I don't know why, but my mom insisted we keep it refridgerated. I put a little of it on a slice of bread and then went into the family room and played recordings of Castle.

Jackson came down maybe fifteen minutes later and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"Morning." I said cheerfully.

"Morning." He replied. He sat down at the kitchen counter and turned on a baseball game. After he finished his breakfast, Jackson led me out to his car and we headed over to the farmer's market.

"So, why didn't you ask anyone to homecoming?" I asked.

We passed by a stand that sold little three by five easle paintings of New Yourk. I picked up one of the Statue of Liberty and smiled. My friends would love this back home.

"Eh, I didn't think any girl would want to go with me." Jackson said. He picked up a necklace from the nearby stand and set it back down.

"Really? 'Cause I've seen some girls making goo-goo eyes at you in the hallway." I said pointedly.

It wasn't like I was trying to make him feel better, there had litterally been girls I had seen taking pictures of him on the phones without him knowing. It was funny to me now, knowing my brother thought no one liked him that way.

His face flushed a scralette red and he nodded. "Well, there is one girl I wanted to ask..."

"Ooh! Dish!"

He laughed. "She's in your grade, actually-"

"Jackson! A girl two years younger?!"

He looked at me with a 'shut up I don't care' look and I giggled.

"Who?!" I begged.

"Actually, I think you know her. Brianna?"

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