Stella Wilkinson - The Boyfriend Plot

The Boyfriend Plot

Stella Wilkinson

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The Boyfriend Plot

1. Noticing Him

H ow do you make a boy notice you?

Ive had a crush on Scott Lawes for months now, and if I hoped it was a passing phase, then I was wrong. It keeps getting stronger. Hes just so gorgeous.

Hes got blond hair that flops right into his eyes, a killer smile, big baby blues, and a great body. Hes very sporty, in fact hes vice-captain of most of the school teams.

Not the captain; I didnt fall for the super jock. That would be Damon West. Damon is captain of everything , and Damon is the muscle-bound heartthrob of Blue River School. And I didnt fall for the resident bad boy. That would be Nick Weathergale, the dark sexy one that tons of girls sigh over, the love-em-and-leave-em flirt.

No, I fell for the funny one. The joker of the pack. The one who lights up a room, who makes me smile even when its pouring with rain and I dont have an umbrella, the one everybody likes no matter who they are. Funny is sexy.

Add gorgeous to funny and its pretty lethal. Well, it is for me.

Ive known Scott since we were eleven, but it wasnt until my seventeenth birthday that I finally realized a veritable God had been living amongst us.

For my seventeenth I went out for pizza with a large crowd of friends. They werent all out for me. There are three of us with our birthdays in the same week, so we decided to combine a pizza party on the Saturday night to celebrate.

I think it was Becky who invited Scott. But it could have been anyone really; it wasnt an invitation-only kind of party. About forty friends and casual acquaintances from my school were there and it was all going great. Right up until the moment I stepped outside for some air and found my boyfriend kissing a girl I used to call my friend.

Id been dating Will for about three months. It wasnt love, but it had been nice. Wed flirted on and off for about a month and then hed asked me out. Simple as that. I was thrilled because he was my first official boyfriend. We held hands, we kissed, he carried things for me and he bought me a pair of earrings. All was going well, in my opinion, right up until I found him wrapped around Carrie Grey. Carrie Grey The Easy Lay , thats what my friends call her (at least they do now). Maybe things with me just hadnt been moving fast enough for Will? I dont know. I thought we were both in the same place in the relationship. But I heard on the grapevine that a week after I dumped him he was bragging that Carrie had put out already and how satisfied he was, so I guess thats all he really wanted.

Anyway, finding them together on my seventeenth kind of put a downer on my night. Yeah, I may have gotten way more upset than the scumbag deserved. But at the time it felt like a punch in the gut. I think I actually burst into tears and ran off. It irritates me now that I let him even see that I was hurt, but it was my special day! He could have at least cheated on me on a regular day, instead of crapping on my birthday.

I went round the side of the building into the shadows and had a good cry. Then I texted Andrea, my best friend, and asked her to bring out my bag. My face was a mascara-streaked mess, and I couldnt go back inside looking that way.

I was kicking the wall just for the hell of it when I heard a voice say, Whos that?

At first I was terrified. I was in a dark alley on my own, but then I recognized Scotts golden hair in the light from the street and sighed with relief.

Its me, Jenny. I told him, staying in the shadows.

What are you doing out here? He moved closer.

Um. Kicking the wall in the balls? I sniffed, trying to hide my tears.

He laughed, Why?

Well, its the wall or Will Dobright. Hes out front swapping spit with Carrie Grey. But hes supposed to be here with me.

Oh, I see. He ducked into the alley with me and leaned against the wall. I wouldnt bother taking it out on the wall. Hell get his comeuppance. Luke shagged her last week and now hes got crabs.

I burst out laughing. I didnt know if he was serious or not, but it cheered me up no end.

Anyway, theyre not outside now, so you can stop hiding down here. Plus I think someone might have peed against this wall. He wrinkled his nose at the alley smell and hastily moved away from the wall. It wasnt you, was it? There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said it and I knew he was joking, but I glared at him anyway for even suggesting I would do such a thing!

I cant go back in there, I said. Everyone will know about Will and Carrie by now, plus I look like a mess.

Dont be silly, you look as lovely as always. He gave me an adorable half smile and my heart did a funny flip-flop.

It was only one of many many funny flip-flops that my heart would do around this boy in the months to come, but I particularly remember it because it was the first one.

He thought I always looked lovely?

I smiled back, feeling a little better, and stepped out of the shadows.

Uh oh! Scott stopped me, and tipped my chin up to get a better look at my face. Scratch that last comment. You are a mess.

Argh! I knew it! I hid my face in my hands. Where the sodding bells is Andrea with my bag?

Im over here. She appeared at the corner. Sorry, Jen. I couldnt find it for ages. It was under a pile of coats. Hi, Scott. She did a shoulder hunch and blinked fast, which she thinks is cute, and gave away the fact she thought Scott was worthy of it.

I gave her a small smile, and then fished in the bag until I came up with a mirror and a tissue, and attempted to wipe my face. I had black streaks down my cheeks and I looked minging. There was no way I was going back through the crowd to get to the bathroom for a real repair job.

It doesnt matter; thanks anyway, Andi. But its nearly eleven and I just want to go home.