Chapter three Tuesday

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It's Tuesday morning and I'm waiting for the bus with butterfly's in my stomach. His picture kept entering my mind. I didn't want to think about him! I didn't want to meet him. He was a bad kid. It was true, in the picture he looked like a bad kid. The thing is though, his eyes. Anyone would believe what he said probably just look into his eyes. Was the bus ever going to get here!?! I hate waiting almost as much as I hate guys that look like "typical teenage cool boy". Finally the bus pulled up to my stop and I got on and sat in the last seat on the left by myself and waited while we picked up more kids and headed to school.
When I got into homeroom I noticed that he was in my homeroom. "Great I have to start the day with him." I thought. To be honest I just thought I would just sit at the table he was sitting at at lunch and kinda small talk with him. "Just remember first impression is the most important." I thought to myself. I walked up to where he was standing and said " Are you new here?" "Uh yeah I just started going here a week ago but they changed my schedule so this is my homeroom now." He said with a smile on his face the whole time. His voice was kinda rough and scratching but smooth at the same time, and he didn't sound like a jerk like most boys. He smelled like cologne but not like he drenched himself in it but like he did the appropriate amount and it smelled good. "So I'm guessing you don't have a seat yet?" I said. "Uh no not yet." He said. "Well there's an empty seat near me if you want to take it." I responded. "Oh sure! Thanks." He said. "No problem." I said back. "Oh I'm Jake by the way." He said. " I'm Quinn." I say. Then I walked over to show him the empty seat next to me. "He doesn't seem like a bad guy." I think to myself.
We talked the rest of the day at lunch, in gym class, and in between passing periods. I have three classes with him lunch, gym, and homeroom. He wasn't a bad guy and to be truly honest I was kinda happy I was starting to make my first friend.

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