(Anna's Point Of View)
I kept on talking to Michael. I actually still had a little crush on him though. I guess I was on the phone a long time because Sasha came downstairs. "Are you going to stay on the phone all night?" She asked. I nodded. "I have to go Michael. Bye!" I said. "Bye." He said. I hung up the phone and sighed. I followed Sasha back upstairs. Paris was waiting. Me and Sasha sat on the bed. I picked up a pail green colored nail polish bottle. Paris picked out a sparkly navy blue. Sasha picked out a soft violet. We all painted each other's nails. Mine looked really nice. So did Paris and Sasha's. We let our nails dry.
They finally dried and I picked up a pillow and threw it a Paris. Sasha picked up a pillow and threw at me. Paris picked up a pillow and threw it at Sasha. We started having a pillow fight. I chased Sasha quietly down the hall. I finally got her. We ran back to the room. Paris was passed out on the floor. We giggled. But we were kind of tired too. Then we finally fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning. Sasha was half awake. Paris was too. "Hey guys." I said. "Hey." They replied at the same time. We went downstairs and had breakfast. We talked about school gossip but we had to explain things to Paris since she didn't go to our school..... yet. Then the doorbell rang. Sasha's mom was here. Sasha ran upstairs and got her stuff. "Bye Sasha!" Me and Paris said. Sasha waved and left.
After Sasha left I called Michael. "Hey Anna!" He said. "Hey. Want to hang out today?" I asked. "Sure." He replied. "Mom can I invite Michael over?" I asked. "Sure." My mom said. She was sipping her coffee slowly. I smiled. I told Michael to come here in thirty minutes.
I hung up the phone and went upstairs. I had to clean my room. It was still a mess from last night. I went around my huge room picking up pillows. When I as done the doorbell rang. It was Michael. I ran downstairs and opened the door. There stood Michael. We used to be the same height but now he seemed a few inches taller. He had dark brown hair and his brown eyes. He was thin, tall, and muscular. He had flawless skin which looked really tan right now. All the girls in the grade loved him. "Hey Michael!" I greeted him. "Hey! What's up?" He asked. "Nothing much...." I said. He was going to see Prince, Paris, or Blanket anyways.
We went outside and stood by the bushes. We caught up on some things and talked. "Did you know that I used to like you?" I asked. "Really? I used to like you too." He admitted. I smiled. I adored Michael but I was dating Prince...
Time passed quickly. Prince was all the way across the yard with Jake in the basketball court. "Michael, your mom is here!" My mom called from the sliding doors. He nodded. "Bye Michael." I said. "Bye." He said. He got up and looked at me. I got up too and stood close to him. I took a step back but tripped into the bush. When I fell my dressed flipped up which my made my underwear show. Michael bent down to help me up. My face was red. I bit my lip really hard too. Michael giggled. He kissed me on the cheek and I blushed.
But when I got up my face went pale. Prince was standing by the basketball court looking at me with wide eyes. He looked really angry. Why was he mad at me? Did it look wrong that my dress accidently flipped up and Michael was by me? I sighed. "Bye Michael." I said. He nodded. "Bye." He walked over to house. I looked over where Prince was but he was gone. He probably went inside.
I ran inside and looked around. I walked all around the first floor. I think he might be in his guest room. I bolted upstairs. I knocked on Prince's door. "Who is it?" He asked in a stiff voice. I sighed. "Anna... but forget it." I said. I walked away slowly. I went to my room a lay down on my bed. I turned on the tv and watched a repeat of an episode of Pretty Little Liars.
I finally had the guts to go talk to Prince. I walked over to his guest room and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" He asked. He still had that stiff voice. "Anna..." I answered softly. "Come in." He said. I slowly opened the door. He was sitting on his bed. He patted a spot next him. I sat down. "I wrote a song about you." He said. "Really? What is it called?" I asked. "Human Bitch." He said. I sighed and looked down. "Are you mad that I accidently fell and my dress flipped up and Michael happened to be by me? Nothing happened Prince..." I explained. He nodded. "I saw what happened." He said in a hateful way. "Fine. Don't believe me." I paused for a moment. "I said I loved you. I do. Why would you think that?" I asked him. He shrugged. "So that proves you don't trust me." I said softly. I stood up and left.
I was walking down the hallway when I heard Prince come up behind me. I pretended to be really sad. Prince grabbed my arm. I turned around. "I love you. I do trust you..." Prince explained. Then he pulled me into a kiss. I pulled away. "I love you too..." I lied.