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"Robyn, hurry up we're going to be late?" Leo, my boyfriend called from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm coming, I just need to grab my bag." I answer back rushing around my room looking for my phone.

Looking around frantically, I can't find it.

I look down and what do you know, it was in my hand the whole time.

Way to go Robyn.

I grab my bag and rush down the stairs nearly tripping on the last two. I see my mom and my boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table talking to one another. "Finally, we're about to be late again." He says walking over to me a planting a kiss on my cheek. I look at him slightly pouting and grab a poptart and pull him towards the door.

"See you later mom."

"Okay have a great day, you too Leo."

"Thank you, Mrs. Myler."

"Leo, I told you, you can call me Miranda." My mother says.

I roll my eyes and pull his arm toward the front door. "You are such a kiss ass." I say when we get in his car.

"And if I weren't your mom wouldn't like me." He says grinning.

"Well I'm glad you have my mother's approval." I say sarcastically.

He kisses me, this time not on the cheek, he pulls back smiling at me.

"Do I have your approval yet?"

"I guess." I say teasingly.

He pulls out of the driveway and starts driving us to school. "Do you have practice today or something?"

"No, why?"

"Your wearing shorts."

"What's wrong with my shorts?" I ask looking down at my legs and bright neon green shorts.

"Nothing, I just think their just head turning." He says.

"Oh..."

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