The Time I Met You [A Micheal Clifford story]

CHAPTER 2 EMMA.

"Do you want to hang sometime? Maybe tonight? Dinner at my place?" No way. This is actually happening, but I can't tonight. I have support group that my therapist is making me go to. I hate it. It is pure torture. Maybe I can ditch it.

"Sure," I reply. I don't have a plan, but I will improvise.

"Are you sure? It's kind of short notice."
"Yeah. I just have to get out of some things first."
"Okay then. See you tonight."

Ding! The first bell rings. Of course I am going to be late.

"What class do you have?"
"Chemistry . You?"
"Chemistry. Looks like we are together then."

I am kind of glad I came today. At least we have the same class together. I still hate school, but he is making it easier. He is making life easier. Every time I look at him, I feel something spark. I don't know what it is. Maybe I feel happy?

"Want to walk together?"

I forgot he was still here.

"Yeah. Sure"

He takes my book from me and carries it. By the time we get to class there are only two seats left. The downside is, they are across the room from each other. How come there always has to be a downside?

"Class," the teacher blares," this is our new student I hope you all welcome him to our wonderful palace of learning."
Yikes. She's a freak I say to myself as I quickly take my seat. Maybe she won't notice that I am late.

"Miss Emma, you are marked tardy. Two more of those and you will get a detention."

Of course. Yippee. At least I am next to Addison who is next to Ashton. Yeah.

As we are working on our project, something flies across the room. I have no idea what it is, but it hits me square in the head. It's a note. I uncrumble it. Yes! It has Michaels phone number on it. Speaking of phones, I wonder if I could check mine. I pull it out.

"Miss Emma!"