He was a player.

He was a jerk.

He was a jock.

He was hot.

And he is my best friend.

My name is Samantha Evans. Call me Sam, everyone does. Now enough with the introductions and let's get to the story of "he" and me......

I woke up on a sunny Thursday morning by my phone beeping rapidly. I got a text. I picked it up to see it was from Joe Neston. THE Joe Neston. Nope, not my boyfriend. My best friend. He had girls screaming for him. Every girl, and when I say every I mean every. I rolled my eyes at the thought. The text read:

Gotta suprise 4 u @ school. And y did I get up so early? No idea.

It's like he read my mind. He NEVER gets up this early. I pushed the thought of my "suprise" out of my head and went straight to my bathroom to get ready for school.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, changed, and applied a little bit of makeup. I never wore a lot. I was wearing super skinny jeans, hiker boots, and a tight black shirt. Call me goth, everyone did.

Once I got to school, I went to go find Joe. I found him kissing a blonde.

"Mmmm-hmmm," I coughed.

"Oh," Joe said sadly. "You can stay."

She shook her head and hurried away. He gave me a fake glare. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's go!" Joe said suddenly, putting his arm around me. I was used to it. Nothing speacial.

"Where?" I asked knowing exactly where.

"My locker," he replied. Everyday we would go to one of our lockers and do whatever before class.

As we walked, girls looked at me with envy. Like I said, he had girls screaming for him.

As we walked I said, "You have a girlfriend."

"Refering back to the blonde?" he asked. I nodded.

"Well I don't give a damn."