Okay, since my first story wasa complete fail, haha, I going to try again. Daniella's POV There he was. In all his infinite godness and glory, Damien Peterson was coming my way. I flipped my hair back and turned to Jess, pretending to seem oblovious to the holy presence that was approaching us. We sat on The Bench, looking as fab as usual, when the angel finally made it to us. "Vote for me for class president!" Damien said. "Anything else you need?" I smiled that him. "Nahh." then he turned and walked away. He did not just do that. What was this feeling right now? Rejection. I, Daniella Rodriguez, does not get rejected. Nuh-uh, that, my friend, is a mortal sin. "It's okay, hun." Gigi said, as if consoling me. "Oh, shut up, we just haven't been properly intruduced, when we are, he's going to be mine." I snapped at her. Ex-cu-se me, I do not back down without a fight, that's so not my swag. Damien's POV I made my way to her. She was beautiful, extraordinary. I just never had the guts to talk to her. "H-Hi, Lucy." I said stammering. She looked up from her sketchpad and her eyes instantly met mine and I practically melted. She had amazing green eyes that matched her complexion. "Um, Damien right?" she smiled at me, her voice silky smooth. "Yeah..." I forgot why I approached her and she seemed to wonder the same, "Oh! Vote for me for president!" She smiled again, that magical smile, "Sure thing." Tristan's POV That's my man right there, making his way to the love of his life, or whatever. He ditched the love of my life. I watched her snap something at her friend--Gigi?-- and fix her hair. Gosh, she was so beautiful. I carelessly tossed the soccer ball up in the air and catching it, all the while not tearing my eyes away from her. "Hey man!" I saw Damien coming back my way, "Score!" I tossed him the ball, "What, you got her number?" He laughed and jumped into hood of his Hummer beside me, "Nah, she said she would vote for me!" "Oh goodie!" I went back to staring at her, beautiful amazing Daniella. Lucy's POV After the jock approached me, um, his name's Damien right? Phew. I watched him go back to him car and say some words to you know, him. As if on cue, my heart started beating faster...and faster... I stared at him while I was talking to Damien, smiling at the glimmer of hope i had that we'd be together. O watched as he threw that soccer ball up in the air, and catching it. His muscles flexed, but he made it look efforless. I was in love with Tristan Bautista. ?
That's true, but so we can settle any disputes or disagreements, the name shall be changed to Will which I think is for male. Should i continue this story?
Not to be a troll or anything but Will can be a girls name too. But it'd be good for the character!!!!
LUCY's POV I carelessly moved my paintbrush across the canvas, adding colors. Black, white, yellow, green, red, blue. Will. Will, Will, Will. He makes me go...just...argh! He doesn't notice me, or does he? I hope he does. I pray every night that he does. Are we friends, you ask? I guess you could say that. We talk, he was in my English class, and surprisingly, he was actually good at it. I remember that time that we were--thank the heavens--seatmates! He showed me his poem. It was about how everyone sees him as a jock and that he was misunderstood and was just looking for the right girl to understand. The whole time, I was thinking, I was the right girl, ME!! He told me not to tell anyone though. OUR little secret Just the two of us, did he feel that? The spark? The connection? Yeah, I felt it too. It's like the moment I saw him -- BOOM -- love. I mean, I wasn't the type of girl to fall in love but he just makes me fall head over heels. I stepped back, my hand tired from painting. What was I painting? I tilted my head to the side; analyzing my work. A small figure was what I could male out, glancing up at a black and white circular object that mid-air in the blue sky. He was leaning at a red -was that?-a car and had green grass surrounding him. It was Will. I had just painted the scene that I cherished the whole day today. Beep A text? Could it be...no. But what if? Maybe the celphone gods enabled Will to send a text message to me to start our beautiful relationship! I shuffled through my art supplies and grabbed the rectangular object. Hey, Lucy. Do you still remember me from today? Vote for me! -Damien