I think I’m an accident magnet. No joke. My middle name is trouble. It’s not like do stuff to provoke it, like wearing high heels during P.E, (although I did wear some to school one day and consequently tripped over a chair). Its not like I’m welcoming trouble….It  just comes.

In 8th grade, I like this guy named Gaven. He was a basketball player. He had gorgeous brown eyes, tall, buff, you name it, he WAS it. So all of 8th grade I secertley liked him. When I sat behind him in English, he barely noticed me, but by the time we were out of that class, I had studied the back of his head so well I knew it like the palm of my hand.

Unfortunately, he liked Sofia. She was a perfect. You know, the T.V ad girl who flips her unbelivibly shiny, curly hair, lowers her eyes, and sticks out her poofy, overlyglossy lips. Yup, stick me next to her, and I might as well have been the dirt on the ground. 9th grade year, I was determined to make a good impression on Gaven. When I told my friend Sarah about this, she replied, “It’s ok Shelby. I’m shure Gaven’s crush on Sofia is just a puppy love thing. He’ll get over it.” 

I wasn’t letting no chance pass me. No sir-ee.

Day one of 9th grade. I had already gotten lost, been called a stupid freshman, and fell up the stairs. Luck was not with me. Tired and already sick of freshman year, I trudged to my locker. It wouldn’t open.

I tried it again. And again. And again. And it still wouldn’t open. I yelled, “Stupid Locker!” Too bad for me,  destruction critism had no effect. I kicked it. I plopped all my books on the ground, and started digging through my bag for the combo sheet. I had created quite a scene, and I knew it, but sometimes I cant control it.

Then I felt a huge, smooth hand lay on my shoulder. I froze and turned to see the last person I absolutely wanted to see. Gaven.

He looked amused, and he was EVER so cute, but I was still shocked that he was here. Was he going to ask me out? Had he really noticed me?

“Shelby,”he said,”That’s my locker.”

WHY ME.

Well, at least he knows my name. You got to start somewhere.