She smiled, laughing.

“Right here, Kelly, look right here… hold it, hold it! Good! Say cheese!”

Click

The photographer, in his little beret and tiny black beard, sighed, and with fake resignation, stated,”I’m a genius!”

Kelly stopped smiling, and rubbed her jaw. This dumbass French guy was really getting on her nerves. Her parents had forced her to get her senior pictures taken, but what she really wanted was to call the number on the back of her hand. She’d had gotten it that day at school from her longtime crush. And the guy was simply gorgeous. She remembered back to 4th period English…

“Hey, Kelly, right?”

Jonathan Blake Zerona was the hottest guy in the world. This was a fact, as tests and polls in later years would prove.

“I’m having a party this Saturday, and you are invited. Can you come?” He leaned in toward her, his spearmint breath cool and, well, inviting.

“Uh, ye-yeah, I suppose, but I’ll, uh, have to check my schedule.” Was he actually talking to her?