Broken Hearted : Part1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

It was the first day of junior year at foothill high school. My names Andy and I'm 18 years old. I'm 95lb 5"7ft tall black long/short hair with dark brown eyes. I'm also a scene kid. My fone started to ring and it was my friend Josi.

"hello?" "HEY are you walking to school?!" Josi said excited. "Yeah why?" "I don't know ahah just hurry up we're waiting for you to get here!" "ok be their in 10 minutes." When I got to school I greeting all my friends when suddenly I dozed of and stared at that hot sexy boy named Nick, Nick Daniels. He stared back and I got shy and started talking to my friends again.

I couldn't get him out of my head. He was the schools football quarterback. 145lb of muscles and was 5"9ft tall. It was my last class at school, art. I loved art so much not because I loved art but because nick was in that class too!


School ended and I went home took a shower did homework ate and slept.

The next day started and I was already dressed for school. I went to school and did my normal routine which was finish homework I didn't do and hang out with friends.

It was the middle of the afternoon and I was in 4th period, P.E. " Class we have a new student.. Well not really he just switched classes ur if you dint know him his name is Nick Daniels." My heart frozed when I heard his name. I then got even nervous because his locker was next to mine!!

"hey!" said Daniel. I started to blush when I noticed he was talking to me. "umm h-hey what-what's up? I said While I stuttered. I got really embarrass right their and then. That was the only time he has ever talked to me.

It was in the middle of November in our last period when my art teacher assigned the students an art project. We had to draw a self portrait of our partner that he's chosen for us. Guess who I was partnered up with? Nick. I literally almost fainted in their the project was due in a week but I didn't care as long as I getting spend time with Nick.

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