Michaels P.O.V
The meeting with Ashlyn and the principal went on forever, I tuned out when Ashlyn asked her first question. I've heard this before, I don't particularly like all the rules, I was lucky they let me have my hair, they might make her dyes hers, she looks great with it....
Luckily they didn't mention her hair, all they did was hand her the schedule (which is the same as mine), it was imsanely awkward trying to navigate our way to class.
"So," I said trying to start a conversation,"where are you from?"
"Boston, just a little bit outside in one of the surrounding towns" she bit her lip, oh my god, she's hot,"what about you?"
I haven't even thought about home, God how I missed everyone back there, I hate NYC I don't get why my parents dragged me here,"I'm actually from Australia, west side of Sydney.."
"Explains the accent." She giggled a little bit, she's so adorable, wow. I've never really noticed my accent, I just know that girls love it.
"Well, you have one too!" I laughed a little but with her, but after I said that she raised her eyebrow at me.
"And what would that be?" She narrowed her eyes at me before re-throwing her backpack on to her shoulder.
I thought hard for a second,"I don't know, it's Canadian sounding." That's truly,what she sounds like but then again I haven't met a Canadian person to hear their voice I've only heard from others what it sounds like, I glanced over at her before turning the corner that leads to my math class, she had an offended look on her face. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Jeez I didn't think I sounded like that." She placed emphasis on 'that'
I sighed with a small hint of a chuckle,"well you do" I looked up and the math class door was right in front of us,"here we are, first period math." I really didn't want to go in, but then again Ashlyn was going to be sitting next to me most likely. I smirked before opening the door and letting her go in before me.
(a/n: so do you guys like that I'm going back and fourth between Ashlyn and Michael every chapter? Idk if I like it.)
