"Hey hottie," a man walks past, grinning, and gives a slight wave, then he continues on his way. This happens a lot, especially when you're the hottest and most popular girl in school. All the guys try to get my attention, but I have feelings for only one. Josh Parker. Star athlete, class president, and also receiving academic scholarships to Yale, but it doesn't seem like he notices me. Until now.

With the Homecoming dance coming up, lots of people are being asked to go, even the nerdiest girl in the school. Luckily Josh hasn't asked anyone yet, but he might soon. As soon as I see him approaching, I go into flirt mode.

"Hey, need anything?" I say smoothly, messing with my hair.

"Has anyone asked you yet?" he says, glancing around nervously. Funny, this is the first time I have seen him nervous.

"No," I respond slowly, "but I would be happy if someone did." He laughs, his nerves gone.

"Want to go then?" he asks.

"No," I respond, he looks away and starts walking back to his friends, "way would I say no! Let's go!" I finish my sentence. He turns around and I run to him. He opens his arms and I embrace him, something I had dreamed of for years. He lifts me up in the air, and twirls me around.

"Let's get some of this action going on homecoming," he says. I nod my response, and he sets me down. We stare at each other's eyes for a few minutes, and then the hall monitor's voice cuts through.

"Get to class!" he says, but this can't put a damper on how I'm feeling right now.

Word spread through the school about Josh and me going to homecoming, and because I was a sure thing to be the next homecoming queen. Josh was obviously my king; a lot of people had a lot to say.

No one more than his ex-girlfriend, Amber Neal, who is the dance team captain and the girl slotted to be valedictorian. Which might have been because just before all this, she went around the whole school talking about how they were getting back together, which is not the case. She was always the type to try to force someone's arm, too bad for her, it didn't work.

"I heard you stole my boyfriend. I guess you like sloppy seconds," Amber's high-pitched wailing came from behind as I was grabbing my book for my last class of the day.

"I should have expected this from you, since you never did like to come in second place." I looked her up and down before shutting my locker. "Josh was more than his old connection to you."

"I'm not the cheater," her face got as red as her hair.

"That's not what I heard, because if you are implying anyone other than you in this hallway right now is a cheater right now, then you are not only a liar but delusional," I said, the disgust for her clearly visible.

"I doubt you have proof," Amber spat out as her face twisted in an expression of panic and rage.

"Yeah, but I do." Josh walked up, planting himself right beside me, "So, unless you want that public, you really need to stop. I told you, stop these rumors about us, and stop calling me. Amber, we have been over for a year; this isn't news to you."

"This isn't over," Amber told me, her voice quiet but filled with fury, before she turned to Josh, "we aren't over."