You're On My List

“Oh gosh I didn’t realize how nervous I was going to get before tonight,” I told her while taking my script out of my bag. She laughed and scurried to the boys’ dressing room.

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

“You can do that?” Allison asked with a confused and annoyed expression which I wasn't too happy about, “He’s Brett Wilson he can do whatever he wants.” I said as I flipped my long, dirty blonde, just curled hair, in her strawberry blonde headed face. We turned into our homeroom just as the bell

“Well, I will not take responsibility for the tittle-tattle, darling,” the golden-haired stated as solemn as she could. “I am joking, I truly think you look fantastic and not too razzle-dazzle which is lovely,” she reassured her friend.

You're both positively gorgeous. I wish I were a modeling scout right now. I would recruit you both and give you my card and hurry you into the agency right away—oh wait, no, I am sorry. I am going off again. I just came here to apologize, but now you probably think I am more crazy, though now I’m probably just buzzing,” she chuckled to herself. “You know… I should buy myself a house here, gorgeous houses, gorgeous tall people, and faces. No! I’m getting sidetracked again,” she scolded herself, and her eyes flicked back up toward Gemma. “Excuse me, are you the owner of this

“You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

Burn the cake, baby. “Ask me something” her face gleamed with joy, (and some glitter she put on her face, later that day), not like her normal face on some Monday morning. “What” I responded with a flat tone. The gleamed on her face faded. “Come on, Jamie.

On the school bus one morning after a heated discussion over a borrowed dress, Zoey shouted, “I don’t

“What… You don't remember me anymore?” he said jokingly, and I took to running to him practically knocking

I then looked at everyone who was staring at me, and then back at Cameron. I gulped "hi" I said. he smiled "hello, so uh, beating your high score on Flappy Bird?" he was so close.... "yeah, actually I did beat my high score.." he looked into my eyes and that perfect smile of his played his lips. "cool, whats your high score?" he said. we were talking, and everyone was watching us. the guys were watching us. "220" I said, rubbing my arm. he frowned "mines 190" he shrugged. I smirked "so uh, shouldn't we get back to Magcon?" I said. he nodded, "yeah, we should" he smiled. our hands were so close to touching. my heart was beating super fast. the only thing between us, was the metal gate. Cam was taller than me, that's for sure. he then leaned to me, and for a second my heart started beating faster. he whispered in my ear "mind if I have your number? just cause, well... it would be cool if we saw each other again" his soft breath hit my ear, and it made me tingle. I whispered back "sure". "when this whole thing is over, meet me at the balcony on the roof, oh and uh.. your friend can come too" he whispered. I nodded and smiled. he smiled at me and ran back to the stage. Nash raised an eyebrow and put his hands behind his back. I saw Matthew 'casually' walk close to Nash's side and hand him something, but I think I was the only one who saw it. Nash gave him back the thing, and walked up behind Cameron. he showed everyone his hand. I knew

"What are you doing?" She asked me her arms crossed over her chest. "Well I think I have a extra or two?" I said not really paying attention to her. "Hey! Bitch! You listening to me-" She stopped talking when I pulled out a box of pocky.

Megan's eyes lit up with fire as she scolded me. herhand slowly went for the door and pulled it closed never taking her Green eyes off me until they were distorted by the glass. I turned around and walked out of the bathroom glad to be away from the humidity looked around at the boys standing in the hall way and smiled. "Well boys once Stan is done she is all yours for the night I expect her un hurt and home by eight in the morning." I threw the costumes

"I had to force her into it," Sheria shrugged, gesturing at my white dress, necklaces, bracelets, and makeup. Definitely not my thing. At least my neck-length black hair was still straight. Who knew, Sheria might've made my hair curly. "I insisted that we

“ Yeah, I guess. Anyways, you gave me a heart attack, because you left Carnela’s stall open and she wasn't even there!” I yelled, a bit upset that she had scared me that badly.

“Well, my name’s Lillian Rose Mccall, but you can call me Lilli, Lil, An, Rose, Ro, or even Rosa. I mean, my best friend does, but, you know, she’s a little weird. Even if she’s the most popular girl in school, she just drives my friends and me nuts, but I love her because, you know, she’s my bestfriend. I’m pretty sure Stiles would hate me if I was mean to her, I mean, he’s been in love with her since third grade-” My savior cut me off with a chuckle. “You must be really nervous, if what you said earlier is true.” Hoping I didn’t offend him, I scrambled for a reply, “Oh, i-it’s not you, I just haven’t been the most comfortable around men since my fath-” I cut myself off before I start ranting.