Wishes (working on title)

Ginger Starr was a new student, go figure. The high school was huge, she never exactly moved schools, she was now the new girl. She opened her locker, someone had told her she would have to share, she didn't know with exactly who, but whatever. She had put in the combination four or five times, at least.
"Damn." She cursed and kicked the locker, it burst open. She blinked and began putting things in. She stuffed her bag in and noticed the locker wasn't decorated, no pink puffy flower magnets. Thank God. She was a tomboy herself and didn't much like flowers and butterflies. She slammed the locker closed and it echoed.
She looked around and saw a room labled 'music room.' She twisted the handle, she was good at the piano and would at least like to give it a good try. No one was in the room, she sat down at the blak grand piano and began to play a song she had memorized Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. Her fingers moved violently against the keys. She was shaking by the time she had finished.

Matthew heard a noise from the music room. he had opened his locker to find a girls stuff in it. he was used to being the big man on campus. He was star of the football team, and therefore got special treatment. He shut his locker and headed towards the noise.

When the gorgeous creature in front of him stopped playing, he clapped. "Bravo. well done." she jumped and he grinned wider. "You must be new. I hven't seen you around...and I'd have definitely noticed you." He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling as he pushed his blond hair out of his face.

Ginger to the side and then looked back at him. "Thanks." She happened to mutter, it sounded more shallow than she was. "What are you doing in here?" she asked. "I thought it was empty."
"Yeah, well, no one is school can play the piano worth crap, well that was until you came along." he smiled.
She felt a tiny smile on her face. "Thanks." Ginger said blankly. "I'm Ginger."

**all I really have eeeeep**

Matthew smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Matt." He grinned at her. "So...where did you move from?" He asked as he walked further into the room. she wasn't typically his type. His type was more the girly girl with tons of make up and shot dresses. But she fascinated him for some reason.

She seemed nervous ad he grinned. He had that affect on a lot of girls. he sat beside her on the wooden bench in front of the piano. "Play any sports?" He asked, looking directly into her eyes, hoping to sweep her off her feet. This was going to be easy.

Ginger nodded. "I uh, I run track and I do basketball." She said truthfully. She was great at them and she remembered freshman year she had played Powder Puff. She smiled remembering breaking her arm, she wasn't screaming she was laughing.
"Awesome, well I play-" Matt had started to say, Ginger cut him off.
"Football." She said.
"Yeah how did you...?" he started.
Ginger laughed, they all looked the same, well, he was more cute and sounded like he actually had a brain but they all acted the same.
"You guy kind of act the same."

Matt grinned. "Well...I'm top dog, though. i'm better than all the others." She grinned.

"Typical." she smirked.

He acted offended. "Hey now. I make good grades. I'm not your typical footballer. But I do like pretty girls. what ya doing tonight?" He asked.

Ginger laughed. "Nothing. Being the new kid, making enemies and friends. This is a huge school."
He nodded. "It's pretty classy."
"I know, I feel under dressed someone should have warned me about all the Holister models." Ginger said. Every girl was the same long blonde hair, tight denim mini skirts and flip flops.
"Well..." those were the only words that came out of his mouth. Figrues.
"So, were's your cheerleader girlfriend?" Ginger felt bitter when she said it.

Matt smiled. "I don't have one, actually. I dated all of them and found them all incredibly boring." He smiled at her. He loved the jeans compared to all the other girls who wore denim skirts. The jeans really were sexy. "Would you want to do something with me tonight, gorgeous?" He flashed his most alluring smile, hoping she would say yes. he was really starting to like thi girl...he just wanted to get to know her better.

Ginger smiled. "Maybe, your not a stalker or a creepy killer right?"
"Cross my heart, hope to-" he laughed and looked at her, Ginger looked at him, the bell rang. "Die."
"Be careful what you wish for." Ginger said as she looked at Matt and smiled. "I'll let you know at lunch." She left for class.

Matt was dumbfounded. she had to think about it?! No girl had refused him. It made him even more curious about her. he would date her.

The day passed slowly. He was tired of all his classes. finally it was lunch. he said hi to people that communicated with him and avoided the girls trying to flirt with him. He quickly spotted the piano playing beauty. He smiled and walked up behind her.

"Hey gorgeous." He whispered in her ear. Her neck was gracefully. He wanted to taste her.

He could feel her smiling. "Have you decided about tonight?"

Ginger smiled, maybe now was the time to see him fall on his ass. She was not a piece of meat and she wasn't about to be treated like one.
"Hey." she managed to reply.
"So, wanna go ot tonight?" he asked.
"As friends? Sure." she smiled. "Look, Matt- was it?" she asked.
He grinned and nodded, cocky for sure. Ginger thought bitterly.
"Well Matt maybe now would be a good time to tell you why we can't be anything more than friends, I'm a lesbian." she smiled, it wasn't true, she was lying she just wanted to know what he would say. She wouldn't tell him she was joking. She wanted to see if he really liked her enough to keep asking her out.

**lol I thought it would be funny I was bored**

Matt was shocked. "Oh...wow. I feel like a dork. Okay...well, you want to go out and get something to drink as friends, hat is. Since...you wouldn't be interested in me." He smiled. "If you don't want to, that's fine. I understand."

He felt like an idiot, but at least he'd have his first real friend.

Ginger laughed in her head, he believed her good, so then he could tell all his friends and then no guy would ask to be her boyfriend and she wouldn't have to worry.
"You mean like at Starbucks?" she asked.
"Yeah, like Starbucks." he smiled.
"Yeah, then we can look for hot girls together." Ginger smiled, if she was going to lie to him then she was going to have to act the part. "Because the girls here are too stiff."
"And straight." he finished for her.
"Yeah, and straight." she nodded. Oh this would be fun.

**That's just cruel. Lol**

Matt smiled. "Yeah...K...so I've never had any gay or lesbian friends...so it migh be a little bit...weird for me at first."

She laughed. He smiled. "Let's go get a drink." He took her to the starbucks. the check out girl was gorgeous...and she kept flirting with him. he sighed and flirted back. it wasn't like his "friend" would care. She was a Lesbian. He smiled and ended up with the girls phone number.

"She was hot." He said, smiling.

Ginger rolled her eyes. "She was a total slut." Ginger covered her mouth and Matt choked on his coffee. "What? She is."
"Your just jealoud you didn't get her number." he laughed.
"Not true!" Ginger almost shouted. "She was so not my type, and she's not getting a tip or anything." Matt was playing with his phone. "What are you doing? Are you seriously putting her number in there?!" Ginger felt a pang of jealousness hit her. She didn't even know the guy.
"Yeah, of course I'm putting her number in there." he laughed. "So would you mind telling me why you like girls?" he asked.
Ginger looked at him. "Because girls are just more fun than guys, and they comfort you way better."