Katy Marie Sumpton's Story

Katy Marie Sumpton was a young 17 year old, enjoying her senior year, soon to be 18. She is sitting where she always sits with her group of friends, and they discuss the teachers, either complaining about their workload, or what comical thing happened in class that day. They were at the front of the school, when something caught Katy's eye. It was a gorgeous car, zooming up to the driveway, a camaro, the newest kind. She stared at it with her friends, as the window rolled down, and the cutest boy was sitting there, and lifted his glasses up.

"Katy! Go talk to him!" "Go, Katy!" Her friends squealed as her heart stopped, and she saw the boy. She shyly blushed, and hid behind the books in her arms. Could he be looking at her?

Dawson was staring right at the girl he had liked since Freshman year. He lifted his shades to get a better view of her, and he pulled them back down. He opened the door to his Camaro, and he walked over to Katy, his leather jacket hugging him loosely. He pulled off his shades, and winked at her, "Hey there, Katy," he smiled brightly.

Katy's heart nearly bust.

"H-hey.. Dawson. " She smiled as he greeted her with a wink. "May I ask where you're going so soon after the bell has rung? Traffic seems to be pretty backed up right now in the parking lot.." She looked down briefly, then back up at him, hearing her friends giggle, and swoon behind her. "Or are you just riding around for fun?"

Dawson smirked down at her, "I was just looking for an excuse to come talk to you. So if riding around for fun counts, then yes, I was riding around for fun."

He wasn't sure if what he said made sense, so he looked around awkwardly, then his eyes settled back on Katy.

He looked at her for a moment, trying to decide what to say next, so he blurted out without even thinking, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Of course, Dawson wanted more than anything to be able to call Katy his girlfriend, but she was smart, beautiful, classy, and shy, while Dawson, on the other hand, was just a popular guy with money and a nice car. She would never like a guy like him. It would be a bit hurtful, and embarrassing, to be rejected by Katy.

Dawson frowned, expecting her to say no, "Oh, sorry for wasting your time- wait, what? I'm sorry, but is that a yes?"