The boy magnet

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Allie's PoV:

I was glad mom wasn't home yet when I arrived at my house. Cyrus had a soccer game and I forgot, but she told me they were going to come home late. I took care of my wound, made my homework, ate the leftovers from yesterday's dinner and made myself bed ready. But before I fell asleep, I heard my phone buzz.

I rolled my eyes when I read Chandler's name. I saved his number yesterday, after realizing I might need it in the future. I was still upset and didn't want to think about him, but my heart was bumping too fast for my liking when I saw his name. What does that mean?

I just opened his message and almost smiled when I saw a picture of his floor. And he send me a text that said:

All better now. I hope your finger is too.

I wanted to text back but at the same time, I didn't want him to think that I forgave him. Even though he probably doesn't even care, I wanted to feel like I was in charge of the situation, so I closed my phone, put it in the charger and lied down with a smile on my face.

I don't remember dreaming much when I woke up for school the next day, but I remember thinking: Why in the world was his text making me smile? It was not supposed to be like that. But nevertheless I stood up and dressed myself. Today I went for a pair of grey skinny jeans, my probably only colorful shirt. Which was basically blue, with grey stripes and it said NASA on the little chest pocket of it.

It was a crop top, so I decided to go with a cardigan aside from my coat for today. I loved this shirt, even though I normally don't wear crop tops. I decided to let my hair fall naturally and put a few bracelets and a necklace on. I had black boots to finish my look and soon I was off to walk to school.

I felt my cheeks heat up at the amount of boys that were looking at me and openly checked me out today. Did I never wear this to school before? Of course I did!
"Oh damn." I frowned at Mike.

"What?" I asked with a confused look.
"I really didn't mean to look at your chest, but are you wearing one of those push up bras?" He asked me and I blushed even more.

"What? No? Why would you ask me that and don't look at my chest." I scoffed as Lila and Danny joined us at my locker.
"Why would he look at- damn." Danny said and I groaned, before covering my chest area.

"Guys, that's just rude. How would you feel if girls would just openly look at your penises?" Lila asked, not exactly succeeding in making me feel better, but it was funny.

"If my dick was as big as-"
"Stop! Geez, I have class in five minutes. Gotta go." I quickly grabbed my books and slammed my locker door shut. I loved this shirt, but I will never wear it at school again. No way.

The rest of the school wasn't any different. I continued to receive looks from people and it didn't stop even when I covered everything up with my cardigan. I sighed in relieve when I heard the last bell ring. I actually forgot about my deal with Chandler as I exited the school. I didn't look around me, just continued to walk since I didn't want to see any more weird looks.

I was almost at my house when his car stopped next to me. I jumped, because this time I didn't even hear it. But who can blame me? I was too busy trying to find out what was wrong with humanity.

"Do I have to drag you inside?" His voice reached my ears and I stopped in my tracks before turning to look at him. Chandler looked incredibly attractive today. His eyes seemed to spark with the sun reflecting on them.

"I didn't want you to hurt yourself yesterday." He said while stepping out of his vehicle. I was confused, before I remembered what happened yesterday. Chandler's eyes travelled down towards my finger and I thought I saw a look of pity.

"It seems alright." He shrugged and tug his hands in his pockets. He was wearing all black again.
"What do I have to do today? Massage your feet perhaps?" I asked in a mocking tone and the boy in front of me pulled a grimace.

"No way." He shook his head.
"What else, Chandler? Because I'm- I'm tired of it. I know I'm supposed to learn a lesson and I did. You humiliated me yesterday, just like I humiliated you at the party. Isn't that enough? My mom worries every time I'm away. I don't think I can do this any longer." I finally said.

I looked at him and a irritated look came over his face, before he clenched his jaw.
"I decide when you leave. Besides it has been two days. You're acting like a baby. And I didn't humiliate you, I simply yelled at you. You seem awfully weak for someone who had the guts to spill a drink on my head." He rolled his eyes.

"Weak? I'm not weak, I'm being realistic. You don't even need me, Chandler. All I do is massage you. You and I both know you could afford some professional. I don't know what kind of lesson you want me to learn." I placed my hands on my hips.

"I do need- Why would I pay for someone if I could get it for free? Just stop this nonsense and get in the car." He pointed to his car and I sighed.
"I have a cut because of you. If that isn't a bad omen, I don't know what is." I was being dramatic, but I really didn't feel like taking care of his needs today.

"God, what do you want me to do about it? I told you you could get hurt!" He threw his hands in the air.
"If it wasn't for you, there wouldn't even have been opportunities for me to hurt myself!" I threw my hands in the air.

We were both breathing hard and no one talked for what seemed like eternity.



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