before you read this, its like one of those books that each chapter is from a different persons point of view..there will be more..eventually haha.
Kelly:
Nate Wellington was a bad-boy.
He was one of those guys that you see pressing a new girl,
against a different locker,
shoving his tongue as far as he could down her throat,
at least three times a week.
He was trouble; pot smoking, class-ditching, sex having kind-of trouble
and although most of the girls in my grade fall for him as soon as their names left his lips,
I avoided him at all costs.
Rachel:
It was the beginning of my sophomore year in high school and I planned to work as hard as I could to make this school year go by as painless as possible. I decided to start the year off with a vow with my best friend Jess not to let a guy get in the way.
As Nate approached me, I couldn’t help but forget about the vow, the time on the clock, and even what my name was. While all of my classmates filed into our Literature classroom I stayed behind mesmerized, all I could think about was how amazing his blue eyes looked; as thought I fell into a pond so blue and so deep that once you get pulled into it you never return. And how his scruffy brown hair looked as he flipped it out of his eyes and stared into mine.
All at once I jumped back to reality as his hand fell gently against my shoulder and my name left his lips.
“Rachel, right?” He asked.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said in a tone a little more sure of myself than I felt.
“Oh, well your really fucking hott and I just wanted to do this” was all I heard before our mouths were pressed together and he pushed his muscular body up against me. It felt as though our tongues were on fire and we couldn’t put the flame out. His Hollister scent engulfed my senses and everything else seemed to disappear.
Nate:
Damn, Rachel isn’t as good of a kisser as I expected her to be. I have more than a thing or two to teach her.
I don’t even know why I decided to kiss Rachel, or any of those other girls for that matter, I mean, common, they mean absolutely nothing to me. Mrs. Evan’s, my bitch psychologist, doesn’t even fucking know, and she’s supposed to know everything (at least that’s what I’m told). That’s why my parents pay her basically $100 an hour. What for I couldn’t tell you. All she says is;
“And how does that make you feel?” over and over again. What I want to tell her sometimes is;
“IF I KNEW HOW I FELT I WOULDN’T BE HERE, NOW WOULD I?” but obviously that’s not acceptable. Not unless I want to be living on the streets. My parents wouldn’t exactly go for the idea of me back-talking someone with such a high, public importance. If it were up to me I wouldn’t even know this psyco lady who thinks she knows all this shit about me. In reality, she knows just as much about me as those people that I call my parents.
Kelly:“Ew, what a skanky hoe-bag! Does she know what a player he is?” My best friend Casey grumbled, “Or is she just oblivious?” She grabbed my shoulder, turning me around, just in time to see Nate with his tongue down some sophomore cheerleaders throat.
“That really is none of our business,” I told her, rolling my eyes. Did she really have to be that nosy? If Nate Wellington wanted to fool around with every girl in our school I wouldn’t even glance his way. Okay maybe that’s not true, he is cute, but that certainly is all he has going for him.
