Like Heaven On Earth

Chapter 1:

A/N: Okay so here's my story. It's almost summer now so I'm gonna have lots of downtime and less stress so I thought to myself, why not make a story? Antywhoo I hope you enjoy my story! C: feel free to comment suggestions. I'll do my best to plug them into the story.
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Nevaeh's POV:

"Hey Nevaeh!" someone calls out to me as I make my way to my first period physics class. I smile and wave as I recognize the person who called out to me as the freshman in my theatre class, Christina Foreh.

After avoiding getting ran into on the way to class about ten different times, I finally make it to class in one piece. I sit in my seat towards the back of the room and pull out my orange folder for this class. Everything I have for school is color coded and since this is my least favorite class, and orange is my least favorite color they g perfectly together.

The bell rings as Mr. Wilson walks in with a cup of coffee. From the smell, I'm assuming it's black. "Goodmorning class." he says cheerfully, sitting his coffee on his desk. He clears his throat. "You'll need a piece of paper and a writing utensil. We're taking notes today." Everyone in the class pulls out paper while he warms up the projector for our notes. "Some of this should just be a review." He tells us. "Would anyone care to define acceleration for me?" A few people in the class raise their hands. He calls on me. "Ms. Anderson."

"Acceleration is the rate of change of velocity of an object." Bingo. Another point to me. Oh yeah! Perhaps I should have told you... My best friend, Blake, and I have this game going. Since we have every class together we kind of made a game out of who answers so many questions correctly. At the end of the week whoever has the most points, the loser has to buy them coffee from Happy Morning,a coffee shop not to far down the road from the school. So far, the score is seven to two. I glance over at Blake to see him smirking at me.

"Very good. Now does anyone remember the SI unit for acceleration?" Blake's hand shoots up. "Yes Mr. Underwood?"

"Meters per second squared." Make that seven to three.

"Very good Mr. Underwood. Now all you have to do is copy down the rest of the notes and you're finished for the day." The thing I love about Mr. Wilson is he never assigns homework, I wish I could say the same about my other teachers. As I finish copying down my notes the door to the classroom opens and a guy you must be new to Salt Lake City High School walks in. The only reason I can tell he's new is because he's not wearing the school uniform which, for guys, is a black vest, a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and a tie which is optional. They can wear any shoes as long as they don't look tacky with the uniform.

"Ah, Mr. Levine." Mr. Wilson stands and walks toward the new guy who is surprisingly tall. "Class, this is Phoenix Levine. He's new so I would like you all to introduce yourselves." Compared to Phoenix, Mr. Wilson looks like a midget standing next to a normal sized person. "It looks like there's a seat back behind miss Nevaeh." Mr. Wilson says, scanning the classroom for an empty seat. "Miss Nevaeh please raise your hand."

I raise my hand up slightly and as Phoenix passes me I have a chill up my spine which is weird. What's even more weird is that he actually starts a conversation with me.

"Hey. I'm Phoenix." He says leaning back in his chair. His voice is deep and smooth. I notice that there is a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Nevaeh." I say and he combs his fingers through his dark hair. He smiles revealing small dimples. "So, where did you move here from?"

"Texas."

"Oh, cool!" I smile. "You don't really have a southern accent though."

He laughs. "not everyone from the south has an accent, miss Nevaeh."

Now its my turn to laugh. "What made you move so far? People don't usually pack up and move to Utah for the hell of it."

"My dad's job. He's a consultant. We're supposed to stay here for a while." He looks down at the ground.

That's when it dawned on me. "You had a girl back in Texas didn't you?" The question sounds weird coming out of my mouth. It's probably because I don't want to know the answer.

He looks up at me. "No ma'am. I wasn't there long enough to have any serious relationship. I'm glad I got out of there quickly though because I hate country music." I laugh and the bell rings, dismissing class.

"Well, I'll see around Phoenix. It was nice talking to you." I tell him as Blake comes over to walk with me to pre-cal.
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By the time lunch rolls around I'm already exhausted, and, not to mention, hungry. I go outside to the picnic tables were my friends and I usually sit. my friends Ryder and Skyler are already outside eating.

"Oh my gosh! Have you met the new guy yet?" Skyler asks me with her brown eyes gleaming.

"Yeah he's in my physics class, why?" Skyler doesn't usually get this excited about guys.

"Because he's hella cute!" Ryder adds.

I laugh. "he's okay."

"Okay?!" Skylar practically screams. the doors to the school open and Brinley, Sophia, Madison, Elaina, Tait, Abel, Landry, and Talon all come out to the table. They're all eating the disgusting school food that wouldn't be that bad if they gave us salt packets.

"I mean, he's nothing special." I think back to earlier when he walked past me in physics and I got that chill.

"No one at this school is anything special." Ryder says. She's not lying.

"That new guy is so cute!" Brinley says as she puts her tray down onto the table. Ryder and Skylar direct their attention towards Brinley and they all begin swooning over Phoenix. I'll give himone thing, he's a smooth talker. He'll have every girl at this school wrapped around his finger soon, if he doesn't already...
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Total word count w/out authors notes: 1015
with authors notes: 1122
Sorry if there are any gramatical errors. I got kinda lazy typing it for the second time because my phone decided it would be hella fun to die on me. Anywho like I said, feel free to vote and comment. C: