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"Julie Anne Jones!" I jumped awake, blinking quickly trying to clear my blurred sight. My mother's angry voice had the power of waking me up in one second. The morning sunlight was coming through the window. Shoot! I was probably late for school. I heard my mother's coming footsteps and clumsily tried to get out of my bed, key word here: Tried. My legs entangled with my sheets so I ended falling forwards to the floor. It was a good thing, I had reflexes otherwise my face would have crashed into cold surface if I hadn't got my hands on it first. I tried to stand but the damn sheet wouldn't let go of my leg. My door was swung opened, and there she stood: Carla Jones, my sweet mother, well 'Sweet' wasn't an adjective that suited her in that moment. 

"Hi," I greeted nervously. She folded her arms across her chest, giving me a disapproving look.

"Can you explain to me, why my daughter is still on bed on a Monday’s morning?" 

"Technically, I'm not on my bed," I defended pointing the floor beneath me.

"Very funny," she faked a laugh "Be ready in five minutes, Julie. I won't allow you to be late for school,"

"Five minutes?" I whined. 

"Time is running,"

"But-"

"And you have no time for breakfast. You'll eat a nutritional biscuit on the way,"

"Mom!"

"Four minutes," I groaned and quickly moved to my closet. My mother was a nice person but she was very strict and disciplined. I attributed it to her career. Medical School was tough. She graduated from it when I was nine, I knew it'd been hard for her to take care of me and attend to Medical school at the same time. But she had no choice. We were on our own. My father was a huge blur for me. I barely remembered seeing him when I was a child. He left us, Mom never explained to me why. It was a delicate theme for her. Even though, she had a temper I'd learn to love her just the way she was. She always went by the rules and God saves me if I did something wrong or didn't follow her commands.



The ride to school was silent, which was rare; my mother usually attacked me with her doctor's babbling about my unhealthy sleep time. I was more of a night person, if you haven't noticed. I watched through the window as the trees rushed by. It was then I remembered him. 


Evan...


I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing right now. Was he sleeping? Why was I thinking about him this early in the morning anyway? He was just some annoying rude boy I met on the internet. But he intrigued me, I couldn't deny it.

My IPhone buzzed in my jacket's pocket and I jumped in surprise. My mother glanced at me coldly and quickly, her eyes were back on the road. I sighed, she was obviously mad at me. Checking my phone, I couldn't stop the smile that crept to my lips. It was a mail from wattpad. 


I can't remove your disgusting strawberry’s scent from my wall. Bah!


Evan's message made me chuckle. Even though, he was discretely insulting me. Again. I couldn't help finding funny his entire Mrs. Strawberry thing. For some reason, I didn't feel insulted by it anymore. I quickly typed a reply: 


You couldn't stop yourself for messaging me, could you?


By the time he replied, I was already out of my mother's car and heading to the school's entrance. Dozens of teenagers were gathering around while others were entering the school. 

Him: Don't flatter yourself, girly. I'm just bored.

Me:  Yeah, right. You were bored so you decided to talk to the writer you hate, that doesn't make any sense.

Him: It does to me ;)

Me: You're so weird.

Him: So I've been told.

Me: You still owe an apology, you know that, right?

Him: An apology? Psst, what would I apology for?

Me: Well, for many things but your rude message about my story is what comes to mind right now.

Him: I won't apologize for being honest. Your story is cheesy, admit it and move on.

Me: Honesty? You call that honesty? 

Him: Yeah.

Me: I don't even know why I waste my time on you.

Him: Neither do I.


I narrowed my eyes at my IPhone’s screen. He was such a jerk! I was about to reply when I crashed into someone's hard chest. Strong hands caught me saving me from a painful fall on my ass. Manly cologne's hit my nostrils and I looked up. My jaw almost dropped to the floor in shock and I could feel the blood filling my cheeks. I was in the arms of Shane Mason, the school's popular golden boy. His hazel eyes were looking right into my blue ones paralyzing me. His blond brownish hair was messy in a sexy way. His perfect features were envied by most of the guys in this school and worshipped by the entire female population. 


I didn't know what to say, well, true was I couldn't say anything. I was shocked by the fact that this beautiful boy was holding me. Shane smirked at me arrogantly, probably thinking I was dazzled, which I was but I quickly tried to put on a careless facade. I cleared my throat.


"You should watch where you're going," he said curtly, letting go of me. I stumbled backwards and lifted my chin, trying to maintain my dignity "You should also comb your hair, have you ever heard of hairbrush?" my mouth was opened in shock. How dare he! I was a shy person but if you mess with my hair, you mess with my life. Let's just say, it's a sensitive subject for me since the day my first school's boyfriend dumped me because my hair was ugly. I was ten when that happened but it still marked me.



"Have you ever heard of manners?" I retorted folding my arms across my chest. 


"Oh, it speaks!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. I glared at him and stepped aside to walk past him. Successfully, I managed to take five steps away when he spoke again from behind, "I think this belongs to you," I glanced at him, ok more like glared at him over my shoulder. My eyes widened when I spot the black phone in his hand: My IPhone. I rushed towards him and went to snatch it from his hand but he raised it, keeping the phone out of my reach. 

"Give it back," I demanded as I jumped as high as I could. The bastard was so tall that he didn't even look preoccupied by my futile attempts of getting my phone back.
He stared at me, amusement plastered on his face.

"Do my math homework and I will give it back," 

"What?" I asked in disbelief. 

"You heard me,"

"I will not do such a thing!" Didn't he know I was almost failing math? I wasn't really good with numbers, wait... "You think I'm a nerd?" I asked touching my own chest. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Aren't you?" I shook my head. 

"No, now, give me my phone back,"

"Nope, you have to be a nerd otherwise why would you come to school looking so...unfeminine? I mean, those baggy pants and t-shirt don't fit you. Anyone could mistake you for a boy," to say I felt insulted was an understatement. My face heated in anger and I clenched my fists. The next thing I did was something I would remember for the rest of my life... no, it was something I'd remember even in the afterlife: I slapped Shane Mason. My palm hit his left cheek hard, he was dumbfounded. Taking advantage of his reaction, I snatched my phone away and ran away like a crazy person.

I spent the rest of the day, watching my back. I felt like a ninja, checking every corner I was about to cross, hiding behind books and cafeteria's trays. I had a gut feeling that Shane wasn't going to let this go. In my defense, he earned that slap by pulse. I still couldn't believe I had done that, I wasn't a violent person but he really pushed my buttons.

"Julie, what's going on?" Laura, my best friend, asked as we headed to our chemistry class. I was keeping my bag against my face, covering myself.

"Hum, I'm in trouble,"

"Why?"

"I hit someone,"

"What?" Laura sounded surprised. Like I said, I wasn't a violent person and she knew that

"Who? What happened?"

"Shane," I whispered so low that for a moment I thought Laura didn't catch it. 

"Shane? As in Shane Mason? Hot Shane?" 

"Uhum," I nodded. 

"Really?" she stopped walking and got on my way, facing me "Tell me exactly what happened," I opened my mouth to reply when my phone buzzed in my pockets. 

"I’ll tell you later," I offered as I checked my phone. My face brightened up when I saw it was an email from wattpad but I frowned when I saw it was a comment on my one of my stories. Don't get me wrong, I loved the comments my fans leave and I read each one of them smiling like an idiot. It was just that I hoped it was a message from Evan. My phone buzzed again and I couldn't help grinning like an idiot when I saw it was a message from him. Did he read my mind or something?

Him: Boo.

Me: You really can't survive without me, can you? :)

Him: Nah, I just enjoy annoying you.

Me: Right.

Him: I have the hope I can persuade you into writing good stuff instead of cheesy novels.

Me: My stories are not cheesy! Stop saying that!

Him: They are, someday, you'll admit it.

Me: Whatever.

Him: ;)

Me: Why do you keep messaging me? It's obvious you don't like me.

Him: I told you. You entertain me.

Me: How?

Him: What color is your underwear? 
I could feel my cheeks turning bright red as I replied: 

Me: You are a pervert!

Him: I bet my PS3 that you are blushing right now. See? That's how you entertain me, you're a predictable girl.

Me: You don't know me!

Him: I know enough about you.

Me: What's that supposed to mean? 

I scowled and felt stupid because he couldn't see my face. 

Him: Writers always leave pieces of their selves in their stories. So basically, by reading your stories i know a lot about you.

Me: My characters are not real.

Him: But they all have a piece of you. 

I didn't know what to say to that. He was probably right. 

Me: You're weird. 

Him: No, I’m smart. Do you want me to prove it to you?

Me: ????

Him: You are a shy girl. You prefer being on your computer because you're afraid of the real world. You like reading and writing (Obvious two but needed to point them out) you don't have a father; he left you when you were a child or something like that. Your mother has a stressing career; she's probably a lawyer or a doctor. You don't have many friends, you don't like being wrong. You don't let many people get closer to you because you are afraid they will leave you like your father did. And lastly, you don't have a boyfriend," 

I was utterly and simply shocked. 

How on Earth did he know all that? Was he a stalker?

Me: Are you stalking me?

Him: Nope, I'm a very observant person. I've got all that personal information by reading your stories. 

Me: That's impossible.

Him: No, it's called intelligence. 

Me: You are weird, indeed.

Him: thank you ;)

Me: How old are you?

Him: why? :)

Me: I don't know... you just seem...

Him: Older than you? Yes, I am.

Me: So?

Him: Does it matter?

Me: Yeah, I want to know if you're a creepy old man.

Him: Ha-ha, no, I'm not a pedophile so don't worry.

Me: Why are you talking to me? 

Him: Because you are the opposite of me.

Me: What do you mean?

Him: Gotta go, talk you later, peachy girl.

Me: Oh great! Another pet name!

Him: you know you love them ;)

Me: Whatever, creep.

Him: ;) Bye.

For some reason, I felt lonely after I was done talking to him. It still surprised me how much he seemed to know about me. Not even Jason or Laura knew that much about me. I mean, they didn't know how scared I was of the real world. They didn't know I was hiding behind my shell to protect myself. They only thought I was just a closed person. Evan was still a jerk and very rude to me but somehow he had softened. Or maybe I was just getting used to his rude replies.

I shoved my phone inside my pocket and the bell rang. I’d had only one class left and I would be free to go. I would be able to leave this school unharmed. Yeah, I really hoped I didn't run into Shane on my way to my next class. It was easy, just two more hours and I'd be safe at home. Something in my gut told I was not going to get away so easily.

And I'd been right. 

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