Lacey's Point Of View
"Who the hell is this guy?" My boyfriend, Tommy yelled.
"I DON'T KNOW TOMMY IT WAS THE WRONG NUMBER!" I yelled back.
"WELL FIGURE IT OUT AND THEN TALK TO ME!" He said, brushing his blond hair out of his face and grabbing his jacket. He walked out and slammed the door behind him.
Tommy was my boyfriend. He was absolutely amazing and was probably the hottest guy anyone has ever met. He was blonde with dark blue eyes and had a ton of muscle. He was also really tall. He played lacrosse, and his second sport was football. Along with baseball and basketball. I got lucky, it's what people tell me.
People said Tommy and I were meant to be. They said the way I looked matched the way he did perfectly. They said we were the perfect couple. But they didn't know anything.
I have bleach blonde hair. I am a cheerleader and not very tall, but decently tall. My eyes are green and bright and I participate in like, everything. Everyone calls me spoiled, and everyone calls me a daddy's girl. My father is dead. But they don't know that.
My house may be big, but my mom has an amazing job. I also don't have any siblings. Just a poodle. Which was not my choice.
I got a text while I was in the bathroom. My phone was with To (Tommy) and he checked it. Well he didn't unlock it, he's not rude, he just saw it on the home screen. I groaned and texted this number.
•Do you know what the fuck you just did?•
•No? ~ L•
•My boyfriend is mad at me because he say your freaking text and now he thinks I'm seeing someone else. But I literally can't see you!•
•Oh. Sucks. Well I'm Luke ~ L•
•Oh so what am I gonna be texting you again after this conversation?!•
•Yea. I guess. Hey, I'm bored so let's talk ~ L•
•Ugh Fine! I'm Lacey ~LC