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Dreaming Of You Chapter 2 "Can this day get any worse?" I whispered to myself as I hurried to get to my next class so I wouldn't be late. It was Wednesday, two days after I had promised Elaine I would give up on my dream guy after this week. It was only third period, and already I had had the worst day of my life -- in homeroom, I heard some guys talking about asking me to the prom, and then one of them (that I had rejected, yes) said not to ask me because I was a slut. How rude. What am I supposed to say to them? Uh, sorry I can't go to the prom with you, I'm waiting for a guy from my dreams to show up. No - I don't think so. I forgot to do my chemistry homework last night and got yelled at in front of the entire class by my teacher, and was then given a note to take home to my parents to have signed. Usually Ms. Roberts is my favorite teacher -- guess someone's going through menopause. Then earlier, I slipped on something in the hallway and knocked a really big senior over -- some guy that I'm scared of, I think he's in a gang, I don't know his name though. He gave me this threatening look, and then he stared at my, um, chest. Gross. Oh, and just now, the bell rang, which means I'm late for my next class and will probably be yelled at again. Fun. I hurried down the stairs and ran right into a guy, knocking over myself, him, and all of our books. My throat felt tight and I bit my lip. Don't cry, I warned myself. "Oh, gosh . . ." My voice was wobbly. "I'm so sorry." The boy stood up and held his hand out to me. "No harm done," he said in a Southern accent. I took his hand and stood up, not wanting to look at his face yet - still getting over the embarrassment. "Maybe you can help me," he said hopefully. I looked up and studied the boy. He had sandy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. His cheekbones were very narrow, but they suited his tan face. And then I gasped as I realized something. It was him. The guy from my dreams. I'm sure my surprised expression must have startled him, but he seemed surprised to see me too -- weird. I grinned. This had suddenly turned into the best day of my life - funny, eh? "Well, now, maybe I can. By the way, that is a chah'min' Southern accent ya got there. Where are you from?" He grinned at me and picked up his books. "Kentucky - my family just moved here because my dad got transferred. Anyway, I was wondering where room 120 was. I have Literature next, and I am absolutely lost." "Oh, great, I do too! We're um, a little late though." The boy laughed. "I know, we better hurry." I smiled at him, and then exclaimed, "Oh!" Duh, where were my manners? "My name's Lexi. What's yours?" "Brian." So that was his name. Now, the question was, was this really the guy from my dreams? Was he going to ask me to the prom? I crossed my fingers hopefully as we walked to Literature. "You're quite late, Alexandra." Again with the Alexandra! Geez! Mr. Lincoln didn't look up from what he was writing on the board. "Now do you need a lecture and a note home or do you have a good excuse?" "Um, well, actually Mr. Lincoln, I do have an excuse, although I don't know how good it is. I ran into Brian, literally, on the way here and he's new, and was lost, so after we picked up our books we came here." Mr. Lincoln sighed. "Good enough, but don't let it happen again. Welcome to class, Brian, I'm Mr. Lincoln." He extended his hand to Brian and he shook it. Mr. Lincoln then looked at a piece of paper on his desk. "Brian Littrell, is it?" "Yes, sir." "Well, then, nice to have you here. Lexi, Brian, please take a seat." I settled in my seat happily and listened to Mr. Lincoln continue his lesson. The rest of the day seemed to float by, and I couldn't wait to tell Elaine that I had found him. Now, how was I to get to the prom with him?Next: Chapter 3 |