"I need to see I.D. please."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid not, little girl."

I glared at the lady, Miss Stewart at the front desk. I hate how she always teased me as some little girl in this damned hotel. It's been three damn weeks and she still considers me a kid! For Pete's sake, I'm 17 years old and I don't need to be bossed around like I'm still a child.

"You're kidding me right? Is this some kind of joke?" I growled in a threatening voice.

Miss Stewart looked at me with stupid grin on her face. "I'm afraid not Miss Ramirez."

"Well you know what Miss, I know where you live...and your boyfriend Kyle. He was sleeping with a girl two nights ago. Named...Uh, oh no! I forgot her name," I said innocently, "Sorry." I shrugged still putting on the most cutest looking pout anyone has seen. The look she had was priceless.

"Why you little--"

A person behind coughed abruptly, interrupting the little dispute we were having. Actually, it wasn't a dispute, it was more like a friendly chat, but I was winning at it. Miss Stewart looks behind me on her tippy toes and her jaw drops as if she saw Channing Tatum walk through the door, and trust me, this has happened at least once or twice a day.

"M-Mister Kirkland! I am so sorry, truly!" She touched the area of her heart and gave a look of sympathy and embarrassment.

"Save it tuts, we'll get the po po on you!" A slap was heard and two males were silently bickering.

I sighed and noticed that Miss Stewart was adjusting her bra and checking if she had worn enough makeup to look pretty. Which she was...if she got some liposuction and a set of dentures. Good god, her teeth were scary to look at.

Bile slowly made its way up my esophagus, and I quickly walked away from watching her do the usual 'operation strip scene'. I heard someone run after me, but I didn't bother looking back. All I wanted to do was make a B-line to the restrooms and up and away from society's share of hormonal fails.

I slowly picked up the pace as I saw the doors to where the restroom sign appeared. It felt like miles away from the front desk, but I ran at the speed of light, jumping through obstacles that went through my path and treacherous spills of water I called: doom holes. My stomach was on fire and my legs burned like the sizzling streets of Miami on a sunny afternoon.

I ran as my heart desired, but that feeling of almost turning into a flying roasted chicken ended. I fell. Epically.

"Yo, bruh! You forgot your wallet!" Yelled a man about a few feet from where I fell, "Hey, you okay?"

Footsteps were heard as they slowed to a complete stop. I noticed two darks pairs of dress shoes pointed to the corner of my eye and they weren't the kind you would like to touch. They looked expensive. Probably about the same amount of money but in weight as for Miss Stewart.

But sadly, that money was about to get wasted on...by me. I barfed the contents of my stomach: a chili hotdog, two cheese burgers, Doritos, and some left over soda left at a gas station. The pressure of what I held for fifteen minutes was gone and over with. The drag of actually heading into the old ladies restrooms was no more! Thanks to-

"My shoes!" Screamed the man, "My ******* shoes!" He repeated, but with a tone of both anger and shock.

I coughed and shriveled into a ball. The embarrassment and likely hood of this being a dream, was too real to even come by now a days. I was a disgusting little girl and not even the most powerful and most influence man or woman could do me any purpose. As my own sister would call me: booger cheese. In her words, means I'm stupid.

"I-I'm sorry Mister, please forgive me." I coughed and looked up to his face. My eyes widened as I saw probably the most handsome male I've seen all day. His blonde hairs were slightly messy, his skin tone was slightly tanned, and his eyes were like looking into two depths of the ocean. I felt my heart drop and the look on his face was probably the best all day.

"Uh...," he paused, looking away from me and back," You're fine." He lends a hand out for me and I slowly take his hand, standing up wobbly.

It was sad that now all the awesome food I ate was gone, but at least it for a great cost. "So, are you alright? And don't worry about the shoes, they aren't mine anyways." He smiled dorky-like and patted my head. "Juno, right?"

I slapped his hand away and frowned. "You looked into my wallet?"

He shyly smiled and laughed nervously. "Sorry, I kind of got curious."

"Curious up my ***, hand it over!" I held my hand out and motioned him to give me it, "Or else."

He moved about a few inches from my face, his hair tickling the tips of my nose. "Or else what?"

My cheeks felt hot as his warm breath hit my face. His body was close to mine and I felt myself the urge to do things that any teen girl would do. Hell, any girl would want a hot guy close up to their face, almost as though he was going to kiss you...

Just seconds before the moment felt...awesome, I felt a light push in between the both of us.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Angrily yelled voice in an English accent, "You can't just steal girls wallets and kiss them! That's not how you treat women!"

The boy who had my wallet snickered. "As if, like you could even get a girl old man."

"Old?" He growled. "How dare you bloody w-"

"Excuse me for the intrusions Sirs, but I need my wallet please." I motion my hand at the one who had my wallet and looked at the two intently. Both boys were handsome as hell but one of them looked quite familiar from somewhere.

"Oh, sorry Juno my bro! Here you go!" He tossed it over and I smiled politely.

"Thanks." I walked away from the two awkwardly in position and made my way to the elevator. It was bad enough that I had to get embarrassed by one boy, but two!

This day was just getting better.

I entered in the elevator and felt a light kick to my rear end. I looked around if anyone was behind me, but it turned out to be my phone. I pulled it out from my back pocket and scrolled to find a text from an unknown source:

By the way, I also got your number. (:

Your Bae,

Alfie

((Well, that's Chapter Two! It felt more like still part of the intro, but trust me, I'm making this as awesome as I can. I mean, everything starts small, right?))