Young Writers Society

Note: This is once again another short of that I have thought of. I REALLY should be doing my homework right now... but that's no fun(:

Attraction and the Bad Boy

The town that they both lived in was small and dusty. The only hotspot was the local cafe which the old timers met to discuss the local agricultural status. In the heart of the town lay a high school which was deteriorating under the wrath of the state budget. That is were Bridget slumped over in her chair, during second period algebra, fighting to keep conscious.

Bridget was nothing special. Average student with average problems. In her home was an average, loving family. However, Bridget was anything but bland. Inside her mind was where she kept her secrets, and secretly fantasised about a more exciting life outside of the speck-on-the-map town. Though she knew better than to relay her cipher onto anyone else, for she may experience even more judgements.

Bridget never conformed to anything. She made no effort to be different, and it made no difference to her. Her life was drama free, and she maintained it to be so. Negative people who tortured her with their words were shunned by Bridget, therefore they were diseased, in her mind. Though nobody would be able to tell just by looking at her.

The bell rang releasing the students from their suffocating classrooms. Bridget coasted from algebra to chemistry carelessly. It was a Wednesday, the most dull day of the week. She took a seat in her regular spot, and proceeded to fulfil her daily duties as a high school junior. After she did her time in school she prepared to leave, which included hauling a stack of text books over to her car. She pulled away and saw something that she would never forget.

She had seen him before, but time had made her interpretation of his face different from what it was then. He was sitting on the bed of his truck with what seemed to be his friends. He looked tall, strong, and intimidating. Automatically his face was stamped on her brain and she couldn't tear her mind off of the fact that she wanted to be with him.

It was a bizarre feeling that kept her in its grasp. She had only seen him that one time on her way home, and all of a sudden she couldn't stop thinking about how she could possibly get to know him. Bridget felt silly and juvenile, but her hormones tickled her heart making her act differently. It wasn't long until she kept her eyes peeled for any sighting of him. Though, once the two week mark passed she gave up on trying to find her prince charming.

Friday nights at the beginning of May reminded her of summer. The weather was warming and welcomed back Friday night parties, which was where Bridget was heading to. Unlike regular school days, she took an extra thirty minutes in front of the mirror, just in case. The house was being filtered with young people when she pulled up. A friend that she had just gotten back into contact with ran out screaming her name. The fear of showing up to the wrong event disappeared.

The gathering was small, but sufficient. Bridget sat on a frumpy couch with a coke in hand. She socialised and was keeping to her nonchalant attitude. Then, Charming walked through the open door, welcoming himself inside. Bridget's new friend squealed in excitement as he did so. "Oh my God your here! Everyone meet Andrew!" He nodded as everyone made eye contact with him, almost as if they were accepting him in the group. He made eye contact with Bridget as he made his way over to the ice chest. She smiled without using her teeth and continued to make conversation with Robert, who showed interest in her.

Half way through the night was when things started to imitate the changing weather. Beer was brought over and music was cranked up. Bridget grabbed a beer and went outside to join others who were watching, or ogling at the stars. The smell of cigarette smoke and sweaty youth meshed in with the scent of freshly cut grass. Bridget cracked open the beer and let the bitter liquid stream down her throat. She leaned against a truck and pulled out her phone to answer ignored text messages.

It wasn't long until Andrew joined her.

This will be continued!