"He's here! Ohmygawd, he's HERE!" I winced as my best friend, Grace, freaked out in my ear.
"Can you BELIEVE this, Sarah? You can't, can you?! No, of course you can't!" I sighed. So what? Justin Bieber is going to our school. Why should I care? He probably wants the fabulous rich girls who he hangs out with every day after his concerts. Why would I chase after him just to be disappointed?
I shouldn't.
I didn't.
But he did.
Why did he? I dunno, I may never know. Grace and I were pushing through the crowd of screaming girls and I dropped by books. Sighing, I leaned down to pick them up. As I did, my head hit something. Something hard. After that, things got fuzzy. All I really remember was a haze of a voice saying, "Oh, gosh, sorry! Are you okay?" And the only clear thing being two dark brown eyes looking into mine.