Somethings Gotta Give 07.

I tossed my backpack into a ragged chair in my dads office. I plopped down in the one next to it and grinned at my father, who was looking at my through the top of his thick rimmed glasses.

"Jessica. How are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm good, I'm good." He nodded his head continued to do his work. After about 20 minutes of sitting there and doing my homework, he told me that he had to go meet one of his cilents and would be back before 5:00. He told me that I could get on his computer, or go out and get something to eat, leaving me a 20 dollar bill on his desk. When he left, I got up and went to check my myspace. I went and deleted Kevin from my friends period, and didn't even worry about my top.

I decided I would go and get a Vanilla Bean Frap. from Starbucks. It wasn't my favorite place, but when I get bored I'd occasionally go there and read a book. Nerd, right? Yeah, I know. I walked into the shop and walked to the counter, looking down at my feet as I walked, like always.

"What can I get for you pretty lady?" I chasier asked me.

"Um, I just want a tall vanilla bean frap." I said pulling the money out of my pocket.

"Hey, it's on me." They told me. I looked up confused.

Craig.

"You don't have to." I said, looking down, cheeks hinting that I was blushing.

"Yeah, I did," He said grinning, "Look, I get off in about 7 minutes. You think maybe you could wait and we could hang out afterwards?" He asked me. I nodded my head and told him I would wait over in a booth. After a few minutes, I didn't keep track, he came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes.

"Guess who?"

"Hm, some really weird guy that needs to get a life?" I laughed.

"Oh, your funny. Do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?" He asked.

"Um, let's go somewhere else." He nodded and took my hand. I didn't pull away. I felt really comfortable around him for some reason. He walked me to this ball park were a few sccer teams were playing soccer games. He told me that was his little brother. Craig and his little brother both loved soccer, Craig had played it since he was four. He had to quit last year though due to breaking his leg in a side tackle. We walked to the park and threw some of the sticky bun Craig was eating at the fish. I looked at my phone, it was 4:37 P.M. I told Craig that I needed to get going. We were leaving the park when I saw..

Blah, i know it's shorter than normal. writers block much? yeah, its pretty much only a filler, i haven't been coming up with many ideas. but who is the person? next chapter will tell. :]