DELANO, KARSEY DAYLON

Cheyanne Breanna Carter, a nineteen year old blonde haired, blue eyed Freshman at the University, sat in her dorm room competely bored out of her mind. Her roommate was out for the day but even though invited to come along, Cheyanne stayed. She wished there was something to do besides sit there and stare at the wall but nothing was coming to her. Chey rememberd a boy she had met a few days ago. When this thought came to her another one surfaced. What would a boy like Bryce Mitchel be doing inside on a sunny day like this...The answer was "HE WOULDN'T!" Bryce would be playing football with his buddys or down on the beach putting suntan lotion on some girls back.

As Cheyanne sat there thinking, another thought surfaced. "What if he is inside...He shouldn't be to hard to find and I know this place like the back of my hand.." And with that she got up off of her bed, wrote quick note to her dorm partner, and went out the door. As Chey passed the door that led to the outside were the football feild was. As soon as she walked passed the door she saw him. She saw Bryce in all of his glory and smiled. "I knew he'd be here somewhere." She sighed and walked out to stand just far enough from the field to not be interfering with the guys's practice, but just close enough were Bryce could see her. Cheyanne's heart beat wildly as she watched the football god run.

She knew that she was stupid to feel this way. She was also really scared. Cheyanne had just gotten over one bad relationship in which she got beat and the guy left her. She was afraid any man that walked into her life would be just like that and that was something Chey wouldn't be able to handle. As Cheyanne stood there though, she couldn't help but feel the least bit attracted to Bryce. He was cute, blondish-browin headed, green eyed, and athletic. These were alot of the things that her Ex that beat her, Mason, never had or dreamed of having in his life. These things drew Cheyanne to Bryce like a magnant drew a paper clip to itsself. Cheyanne saw Bryce briefly look and her and she quickly looked down feeling ashamed and let her blonde curls fall in her face. Cheyanne said to her self ~Your so stupid! He looks at you and this is what you do....Hide your face like a little coward!~ The way she chewed her self out made her flinch and sighed. She thought she should talk to him after practice, but she didn't know how to do it...She had never really talked to a guy like this before. A thought occured to her, in which the thought was ~What if he doesn't like me...If I ask him to coffee or something he'll think I'm a total dork! Wait I am a dork what the hell am I talking about!~ She sighed again and wonderd if abonding hope would be a good idea...To her it seemed that it would be. She doubted she could ever get the courage to talk to him and honestely she doubted her ability to talk to him. Whenever Chey would get around guys, first there was the whole looking like a dork thing, then there was the fear that they were another mason in disguise waiting for her to let her guard down so they could strike.