hi, i love you.

jai *

* the names of the chapters are who's pov its being told from

"jai!" i hear her heels clacking on the ground.
i put on a smile. "hi, kaya!"
"babe!" she says with her fake high voice. "how are you?"
"okay." i say. "look, i gotta go talk to..um... ty. yeah, ty."
i walk off and take out my phone. but i feel something i collide with one of my pecs (boob musclez if youre wondering).
but, whatever it is goes away quickly. i turn around to see what it is. i see a petite brunette walking along and carrying more than she could handle.
i decide to catch up to her. i jog slowly.
"hey," i say, loud enough for her to hear.
she turns and her eyes go wide. "h-hi. sorry about the-"
"it's nothing, dont worry about it." i interrupt. "do you need some help?"
"yeah," she looks at me like she thinks im joking. "i do, actually."
i take about half the stack of books from her hands and walk by her side.
"room 18." she says. i nod.
"i never caught your name."
"i-its, um, ah-"
"is it hard?"
she shakes her head. "emma. emma taylor."
"let's go," i continue walking. "i might be late."
"i like your socks." she looks down, snickering. they're black and blue video game controllers.
"wow," i say, pretending to be offended. "mean."
"you know," she says, resuming walking. "youre not as mean and intimidating as everyone says you are."
"really?" i ask. i didnt think anyone thought i was intimaditing OR mean. "who says that?"
"um," she smiles and looks down. "dylan."
"oh," i shrug. "i dont know who that is."
i see room 18 indented on the door to my left.
she pulls out a key from her pocket and unlocks the door. i put my foot out to hold the door open for her.
"set them on the back shelf." she says, nodding towards a white shelf. she's only about 5'3 and theyre supposed to be on the top shelf. just saying, im 5'8.
"here," i take the books from her hand and set them on the ground. "i got it."
"what would i do without you?" she said, sarcastically.
i fake laugh and easily put them onto the shelf.
i look over and she's sitting at the desk.
"do you have this class?"
she nods. "the teacher's my aunt."
"lucky," i blurt.
"not really," emma says. "i mean, like, if she found out i did something with someone at this school, she would flip. give them bad grades on their tests, you know."
"actually, i dont know." i look at the way she's dressed for the first time. casual, like really casual. a loose t-shirt and black jeans. i was trying to read the print on her shirt.
"hey, my eyes are up here." she laughs.
"no, i wasn-" i look up at her. shes dying with laughter. i join her.
when she finally stops laughing, i ask her a simple question. "are we friends now?"
"sure." she sighs. "but im sure the crowd you hang out with wouldnt like that."
"i dont care." i whisper, almost inaudibly.
"what was that?"
the bell cuts me off.