Meghan entered her US History class and quietly took a seat, opening her notebook to a blank sheet. She began to scribble words down quickly, almost without thought, without effort.
Justin took a seat across from Meghan, watching in silent fascination as words flowed from her pen to the paper. He studied her features carefully-the soft tendrils of hair that fell across her bright green eyes behind those glasses which kept her expressive eyes a secret. The way she looked relaxed and at peace when she wrote. Her flowy white ankle length skirt and whit tank top under a sheer shirt made her look sweet and innocent, but smart and intellectual as well.
Shane Burgess casually knocked Meghan's writing arm, sending a sharp black line down the paper. "Whoops, sorry," Shane said, not sounding sorry at all.
Meghan looked up at Shane. "Sure you are."
"No, really. I apologize. By all means, " Shane said. "Let me fix it for you." He snatched the pen out of her hand and scribbled all over the line, making a huge mess out of the paper.
"Gee, thanks, Shane. I didn't know you could write with such intellect and thought," Meghan said sarcastically.
"Anytime, Meggy," Shane replied with a laugh.
"*Don't* call me Meggy."
"Sure thing, hon."
"Shane, shut up. Act like a human being for once in your life," Justin said,
"Hey, Justin. What's up?" Shane sat in a seat.
Justin turned to Meghan who was watching him but quickly turned away. "You write, Meghan?"
Meghan nodded. "Yeah, sometimes."
"Can I read that?" Justin asked,
"Um, I guess. If you can decipher the words after all that 'revision' was done," Meghan handed the paper to Justing who laughed at her sarcasm.
"I think I can manage."
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"That's really good, Meg," Justin said, handing the paper back.
"It's not really done yet," Meghan replied.
"Is it based on experience?" Justin asked.
A slow blush crept into Meghan's cheeks. "Um... it just kinda popped into my head..."
"Well, it's really good...when you finish it, can I read it?"
"Sure," Meghan agreed.
"Do you just write poems or do you write other stuff too? Like stories..."
"Yeah, I write stories sometimes...I don't really let anyone read them though..."
"Why not?"
"It's kinda like my fantasy life, you know? Where I get the guy in the end and I'm the funny, popular girl...if anyone else read them, they'd just think I was psycho," Meghan said.
"I wouldn't think you were psycho," Justin replied.
"What about your friends?" Meghan asked.
"Who cares what *they* think? Who cares what *anyone* thinks?"
"Not you, I guess," Meghan said softly.
"Will you go to lunch with me today?" Justin asked.
"Are you serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you're-"
"All star captain of the basketball team and you're-"
"A nobody," Meghan filled in. "Look if this is one of those pranks guys like to pull on me-"
"I have *never* pulled any joke that mean on anyone before in my *life* Meghan and I am not about to start now," Justin said. "You can trust me."
Meghan stared into his deep blue eyes, searching for any sign that he was just like his rude and conceited friends. "Alright, I'll go with you to lunch."
Justin grinned. "Okay, great-my treat. I'll meet you by your locker."
Meghan smiled. "Okay."
"Karen, you will *never* guess who asked me to lunch," Meghan said at the break.
"Who?" Karen asked.
"Justin.."
"Timberlake? Oh Meg, he *so* likes you!" Karen exclaimed.
"Kar! He's probably just doing this to see how far he can get with me or something...a dare from his stupid friends-"
"Hey Meghan-we're still on for lunch right?" Justin asked, running a hand through his thick curls.
Meghan nodded. "Yeah. Meet here right?"
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