My Best Friends.

My best friend.

(Myra's P.O.V)

Today was my first day of junior year so, I decided to ditch my regular hoodie and jeans attire for a new outfit I had just bought. After I finish my 15 minute shower I slip on my brand new black polka dot skater skirt with a black long sleeved crop top. Since I'm being particularly fancy today, I add my black ankle boots and a gold feather necklace. I look in my mirror and put light mascara and eyeliner, because I'm not a fan of heavy make up.

I race down the stairs, after I finish curling my dark brown hair. I grab an apple just as I hear Chelsea's silver jeep pull up. I run outside and she greets me with a blinding smile and a bear hug.

"Chelsea...can't.... Br..breath" I stutter.

"Ohh sorry, by the way girl you're looking cute!" She smiles.

"You're not looking to bad yourself." I wink. She was wearing a black crop top with short shorts and a pair of black braided sandals.

"Thanks." she grins.
The drive to school was full of jamming out to Taylor Swifts new album. When we get there I am out of the car before it stops moving. I really hate sitting still. I smile at the familiar faces roaming through the hall. I see my friends talking amongst themselves.
I walk over there, slightly jumping, as I greet Sierra, Jasmine and Tyler. Jasmine giggles at something her boyfriend, Tyler, says and I roll my eyes. Don't they know about cooties?

"Hey guys!" I hear Chelsea shriek from behind me.

"Yay, we're finally back together!" Jasmine smiles.

"Yeah, even though we saw each other every Friday for movie night." I chuckle.

"It's not the same." Jasmine pouts.

"Ok, ok time to get down to business, who has first period with Mr. Gerdin, Writing?" Sierra questions.
Chelsea, Jasmine and I raise our hand while Tyler responds in the negative.
"Well then, let's go!" Sierra grins and pumps her fist in the air.

I chuckle as we head through the the swarm of people to Mr. Gerdin's class. We step foot in the classroom, take seats next to each other and make small talk until the bell rings.
When it rings Mr. Gerdin prances in the room and writes his name in bold letters on the whiteboard.

So cliché.

When he is just about to start the lesson someone barges through the door looking quite frantic and quite...Sexy.

Wait what? I did not just think that! He was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket with his blonde hair slicked up and his blue eyes filled with worry, and excitement.
I turn towards Chelsea and she mouths the word 'Dibs.'

"Well seeing as you're new, Mr. Cason Willis I will let you be late just this one time." Mr. Gerdin states. "Shall we start with the introductions and a seating chart?"

I hear a few groans.

"I'll take that as a yes!" He chuckles. "Ok, so I'll start with the front row."
He starts calling off names and I zone out until Chelsea taps me and points to a table with two chairs, one being occupied by Cason. I look around and I realize everyone is waiting on me to move... Whoops.
I grab my bag, hurry to my chair and sit. I look around and find out that I got a window seat.

Yes, a window seat and a hottie, could this day get any better?

Why is my brain thinking this?

I smile sheepishly at Cason and turn to see Chelsea mouthing 'Lucky.'

What is with her? I chuckle at my thoughts and look up to see Mr. Gerdin talking about a project.

"So to conclude, you will be getting to know your partner and writing a three page essay on things you have in common. You will not be able to complete this project at school. Your partners are the people you are sitting next to. You will have the rest of this class to get to know your partners. Good Luck guys!"

I turn towards Cason and smile.

"My name is Myra Winters."
I shoot out my hand for him to shake.

"Hello, I'm Cason Willis," he greets. "It's nice to meet you Myra." He's British!

He then proceeds to take my hand and kiss it.

He. Kissed. My. Hand.
Ewww.

Don't lie Myra you no you liked it!

No I didn't!

Did to!

"Shut up brain!!" The class stares at me...

Uh oh, isn't that just fantastic.