Megan's point of view
Once we arrived at Mr. Stilton's classroom, she turned and waved. She looked weary to leave me, but eventually turned around and walked away. I walked into the quiet room and looked around. There were three students sitting in their desks, two of them were on their phone, as one last one looked like he was studying.
I looked at the boy and instantly my heart melted. He had bleach-blond hair, and he was about the same height as Blake. He looked buff, but not too buffed up, but just right. His hair was spiked up to the side, and he was wearing a black shirt with light jeans and red sneakers.
My body move instantly by itself as I found myself plopping down right in front of him. I felt my heart drop at the sudden, uncontrolled movement. I didn't mean to move, did I just move? I looked down at my desk and examined the smooth surface like it was the most interesting thing in the world, not knowing what to do now. I dropped my backpack and pulled out my binder and pencil, and then pulled out my phone. I didn't know what I should do, and I didn't want to look like some loner staring at a wall.
A little bit after staring at my background, pretending to look at something for the past five minutes, I opened my text messages. While I was in the process of checking my inbox, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and gazed into light blue eyes that had a hint of green in them. The mysteriously handsome boy smiled, his teeth white and straight, making my pulse beat faster.
"You dropped this," He hummed out smoothly, holding a pencil. I looked down to see my pencil in his hand. I took it with a shy gaze still fixed on his heart-melting gaze. For some reason, I still couldn't move on my own. I tried to take control of my body when a weird feeling stirred in my stomach.
He gave me a flirty smile, then it faded, him just staring at me, while I was forced to awkwardly stare back since I had no control at all.
"I feel... like I've seen you before," He said, his eyes filled with deep curiosity. I searched my brain, trying to figure if I had ever seen him before. I think I would remember a handsome face like that if I had met him before. Suddenly, out of the blue, my sight fixed on a different view. I was standing in my front yard of my old house before I moved to the new house.
I saw two small children running around playing tag; a little boy and little girl to be precise. Then, the little girl fell, and in reflex I flinched. The boy ran quickly to her side, as I walked over to the boy. I tried to touch his shoulder, but it passed straight through his body. I glanced at the small girl and gasped at what I saw. It was...me.
"What's going on? I don't understand," I spoke to myself under my breath. Then I looked at the little boy...then saw the boy from before in the classroom; the one with the mesmerizing heart-throbbing eyes. The miniature me smiled and hug him before slowly my vision faded off, and I was back in the classroom, looking at the boy again. His face looked surprised before it faded into a mischievous smile.
"Do you remember now?" He asked hopefully, leaning a bit closer.
"Y-Yeah... I do. We were childhood friends right?" He smiled and nodded.
"But...why do I not remember anything including you?" His eyes all of a sudden got sorrowful as if I had brought up a terrible subject.
"You really don't remember do you?" I shook my head in response.
He frowned at this, taking a breath in. "When you were younger... you got hit by a car."
"A car?" I mumbled, backing up a little. "What do you mean? I think I would remember having something like that happen to me."
