Whiplash

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Alex's POV: We arrived at school really early that morning, despite the fact that Carter stopped for coffee. He drove far too fast to make up for it, but that was normal. This led to a lot of extra time to waste before school started.

So let's talk about Carter Mason, my best friend. I've know him since I was a just a tottering toddler. Carter has calming, honey brown eyes and neat brown hair. He's incredibly athletic and fiercely competitive, which starts a lot of fights because I am too. He's extremely intelligent and honestly a little bit of a ladies man. Sometimes it disgusted me.

Now, Jordan Miller is my closest friend outside of Carter. I had the pleasure of meeting her in the sixth grade. She has bone straight, ash blonde hair. Her most striking features are her gorgeous blue eyes. Jordan is the tallest in the group and possibly the most healthy seeing as she's a strict vegan and she has a regular exercise schedule. She's a bit more outgoing than most, but she is very intimidating and extremely hard to approach sometimes. If looks could kill she would have a few hundred murders to cover up. I can't tell you how many times she's potentially killed me in her thoughts and that's considering that I'm her friend. She plays both piano and guitar and she's beyond talented at both. Sadly she's tone deaf and can't sing, not even easy songs. She is very kind (when she's not angry) and she has a big heart. I've never known anyone quite like her.

Anyways, we got out of Carter's car and walked towards the school building to wait outside. We quickly began a conversation that mostly consisted of Carter complaining about how he got the worst of the school supplies because he didn't go shopping until the night before. It was kind of pitiful.

After a few minutes of talking, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I snapped my head around so quickly I almost thought I had whiplash. I found myself looking up at the (fairly attractive) face of a guy I had never seen before, but he didn't look young enough to be a lost freshy. He was significantly taller than me and had an inch or two on Jordan. To be fair, I'm just short, so maybe that's most of why he's taller than me. This mystery boy had dark brown hair that curled out in a way that could only be called defiant. He had hazel colored eyes that just screamed mischief. He was...cute.

"Hey" he paused and shifted on his feet "My name is Jasper. I just moved here. You guys know where the front office is?" Said the boy with a barely there accent that I couldn't place? Maybe, Irish?

"Uh...Hi Jasper, my name is Alex, and these are...uh...my friends Carter and Jordan." I paused to turn and look at my friends pleading for help. They know I'm awful at socializing. They were of absolutely no assistance. I glared at them. "Um... well...We'd...We'd be happy to help. The front office is right over there" I said as I pointed. I cursed the gods that they gave me anxiety, and my friends for not helping me.

"Thanks. I guess I'll see you guys around." He said with a wave.

"No problem. Bye" I manage to get out.

I turned back around to my friends and we talked until the bell rang.

..................later that day..................

It was lunch time. I sat at a table with Carter and Jordan. Jordan had an elaborate set up of food in front of her. The school offered no vegan options, so she one upped them by bringing these elaborate meals. Carter had a tray full of the disgusting school food, but he ate like it was gourmet. I munched on a carrot and took out a sandwich I had made so I didn't have to get school lunch.

So far I had a class with each of my friends. That's good for me because I need study buddies, but I'm not willing to socialize with new people to get them.

Twenty minutes before the bell rang for next class to begin, I saw Jasper again. He had already managed to make friends, and boy, this school was in for a whole lot of trouble.

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