My British Boy

New Boy

Y/n's POV

I woke up to the buzzing sound of my loud alarm clock. Today was my second week of sophomore year in high school. I was not excited; my teachers have been nothing but rude to me all week and I was not about to fail sophomore year. I lazily got out of bed, got changed and brushed my teeth. I quickly ran downstairs tripping over my untied shoe laces. "Honey, don't forget your lunch," My mom said handing me a paper back and a banana. I grabbed my skateboard and ran out to the bus stop where I meet my bff Ariel everyday. 

I heard someone faintly saying my name. "ARIEL!" I yelled as she came into sight. I hugged her tightly. "How was the weekend babe?" Ariel said nudging me.

Author note: I meant babe as in a like sassy nickname that your bff calls you... you get it right

"Fine I guess," I said getting onto my board. We road down the street to out school. As we got their I could see people huddling around a black limo. What was going on? Me and Ariel watched the car door open. A tall boy with curly brown hair and a style walked out of the door. Girls squealed as he walked up to the doors of the school. I gazed at him for a bit before snapping back into reality. I could tell he wasn't like other boys. He seemed more respectful and he was hella cute.