No, no, no! This isn’t happening. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“It’s nothing really but, you’re not really like stylish or popular. I just don’t think that your the girl that I want right now.” He explained.
“O-okay” I stuttered. “I don’t think I could date a guy with an attitude like yours anyway.” I walked away back into my house without another word. He stood there, parallyzed for a second and then walked back to his own house; hands in his pockets.

Later on I looked out my window. The guys weren’t out but, I saw a car pull into Ty’s driveway. It was a bright orange Volkswagon beetle. Out of the car stepped, no other than, Brixley. She was wearing an outfit only appropriate for a date. What the hey was going on?!