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Hi, my name is Candice
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 | Can an Outfit Complete A guy's Heart? *4* |
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 4.86 with 14 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-07-26 18:53:56 |
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Chapter 4
“Wake up! Candice!” Cairn and Jen both barked, as they shook me back and forth. “What?” I mumbled. “Wake, up! Mrs. Crossbeam is heading this way to open up our cabin!” They shouted again, as their palms pushed on me harder. “Okay!” I bellowed, opening up my eyes instantly.
I was still sleepy from last night’s concert. It was totally a blast. Especially the part where I almost fixed my lips on Tyler. I could already smell his scent, and peppermint breath. It’s like flying in heaven…
Cairn, Jen and I hid behind the cabin, as we grabbed our bags. Mrs. Crossbeam, hummed a sappy, sentimental love song, as she opened our cabins, with a key, then placed three of them on the desk and walked off, still humming.
“Since, when does she hum? She’s like the oldest and meanest teacher ever.” Jen uttered.
“Ew. That’s just wrong.” Cairn agreed, as she made a disgusted face. “You, guys let’s get in and brush our teeth, already! I can’t stand my bad breath. Ugh!”
Cairn and Jen giggled, as they walked inside. I ran into the bathroom, before any of them could. It’s a good thing, that before we left for the concert that we left our beds un-made, so it looked like we slept, through the entire night. While brushing my teeth, I envisioned how it would’ve been like kissing Tyler.
His soft, moist lips, on top of mine, feeling the lusciousness spread over my lips. Then we’d stare into each others eyes. His deep, cerulean, blue eyes, just glistening with the night sky. His smile, flickers into a huge grin, as his dimples uncover. While experiencing this, I would be repetitively saying in my head, “so hot.”
“Candice! Why are you taking forever, in there?!” Jen yelled, pounding on the other side of the door. I shook my thoughts off, caused by Jen’s deafening voice, breaking through my expressive dreams.
“Sorry! I’m coming out in 2 seconds!” I cried back, a bit mumbling the words, as of the toothpaste in my mouth. I rinsed my mouth out, washed my face, and did a quick facial cleanse. I stride out of the bathroom, as Jen rushed in.
I walked over to my suitcase, to look for a cute top, better than yesterdays. I groped through, until I spotted a navy blue top, tight on the abdomen area, and loose at the top, and it had pink designs, with hanging beads around the shoulders. It was way past cute. There was also the matching pair of studs. For the bottom, I wore denim skirts, which were short, and tight. For the shoes, black leathered boots, how stylish, it was a good thing I got those for my birthday.
This time, I put on cherry flavoured lip gloss, with a hint of sparkles. This time I only put a tad bit of mascara, because I didn’t want to seem like a total poser. I had to have a bit of my natural self. I left my hair out, but put one side behind my ear, so my earrings would still show. At least one of them.
“Wow! Girl, you look amazingly fabulous!” Jen squealed, as she came out of the bathroom. “Thanks! It was pretty easy finding, my stuff, I guess I packed up all the cute clothes.” I said, while brushing the knots out of my hair.
“You look, better than yesterday. You think you could help me with my fashion sense today?” Jen asked eagerly, as she wiped her soaked face with a pink towel. “Of course!” I replied, contentedly.
After the so-called “Beauty pageant” going on in the cabin, we all headed out for the leadership building, intended for our first class. When we walked in, there were a few empty seats in the middle, so we took them. We all waited for our teacher to come in. In the meanwhile, everyone chatted.
“Ahem.” A woman, supposedly the age around 32, cleared her voice to get our attension. “Welcome to all new comers and hello again, to our old ones. I’m Mrs. Barberry, and today’s assignment about leadership, is to write a speech about what you think leadership is about.” She announced.
“Do we have to do it?” A boy asked, smirking. I heard others, comment, and chuckle. “Mr. Evans, if you didn’t have to do it, I would’ve never given it to you. In addition you have to read it to the class.” She said wrinkling her nose, in annoyance. The boy moaned, lazily.
Mrs. Barberry, explained the assignment, and gave us a few examples, from last summer’s. Leadership class was boring, but I sat there pretending like I had an enthusiastic integrity attracted to it. Mrs. Barberry, was nice and all, but strict about the lessons. All I thought about in class was Tyler, at the same time I stared at him too. He was exactly sitting across from me.
His, shirt showed off his powerfully built arms, each time he used his pencil, his biceps flexed in and out. The back of him with just as cute as the front of him. Ahhh…so cute…so irresisting!
“Excuse me? Hello?” Mrs. Barberry questioned, as she snapped her fingers. Cairn threw a paper air plane at me, from my continuous habit of day dreaming. “Oh, um…sorry. Hah.” I stammered. “What’s your name?” Mrs. Barberry asked. “Oh, Candice.” I responded, smiling. “Can you, please tell me a little about the first step to leadership?”
“Oh, that’s easy…umm, uh…err…to…lead your…siblings, and, teach…them.” I sputtered, hopelessly. “Candice, next time please don’t stare at your classmates.” She said grinning, like she knew everything going on in my head, just now.
Humiliation totally, ruins your first class, especially when she made eye contact with me and then Tyler. She knew. She knew my little crush, and possibly thinks of it as a 1st grader, trying to flirt with a 4th grader. In other words an overall joke. How pitiable was that? On the negative side, it was coming from a 32 year old teacher. Ouch.
Most of the class chuckled, and some made comments, while I blushed into the colour of red beets. After classes, I made a beeline outside into campus, where I could get lost and hide myself. I bet you a million dollars that Tyler knew I was staring at him. Now, he’ll never kiss me, but before that he’ll never even ask me out!
“Candice! Candice! Wait!” A male’s voice called. It sounded…like…Tyler! “Yeah.” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “I just wanted to make sure if you were okay, after what happened in class today.”
“Oh, yeah. I feel okay…I guess. Thanks anyway…” I said a bit husky. “Well, I also want to continue, where we left off at last night’s concert.” He said grinning. We headed for a bench. “What? What do you mean?” I said, while recollecting, my memory.
“I want to ask you to be my girlfriend.” He clarified, by asking me the question, which was related to the almost-kiss yesterday. “I-I’d love to.” I croaked in total shock, while forgetting that he already had a girlfriend. |
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