Is This Love?

Chapter 1

It was the first day of school and I wanted to look good. I wasn't going to impress anyone but it was good to look nice. I put on my favorite gray shirt with a black lace back, my black leggings with silver skulls, and my white gauges. I went into the bathroom and I put on some makeup. I got out my mascara, eye liner, and some blush. I got all of my makeup on and put on some Chapstick. I walked downstairs and got some breakfast, my favorite cereal, and some coffee. I hear footsteps as I look up to see my dad walk down the stairs. 

"Hey honey. You look nice for your first day," he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek before walking to the fridge.

"Thanks, I wanted to go comfy, but I decided not to," I say.

"Well you would've looked good no matter what."

I hear the bus horn honk.

"Gotta go. See you later!" I yell as I run out the door.

*at school*

As I walk into school, I go to the main office to get my schedule for my classes. I'm waiting in line and I notice a boy starting at me.

He's tall, at least 5'9, with wavy dark brown hair. His eyes are a deep blue color with light green flecks. He's wearing a blue sports shirt with one of those stupid sports sayings on it, and he's wearing black shorts with white stripes along the sides. The brand looks like ADIDAS, but I'm not sure. He's also wearing basketball shoes. I realize I'm staring so I move up in line to get my schedule. I look back and he's talking to another girl. I feel hurt but I don't know why. I don't know him and he hasn't said anything to me. I walk out of the office and find my locker. My locker is #65. I put in my combo several times, just to get the hang of it and I happen to look up and see the same guy standing next to my locker. 

I look down again, embarrassed, but I don't know why. He taps me on my shoulder and starts to talk to me.

"Hi, I'm Sam and I was wondering if you could show me to my first class. I'm kinda new here."

"Uh, sure. What does your schedule say?" I ask.

"It says English/Language Arts, Mr. Frank. Room 1096."

"Well, that is my first class so just walk with me OK?" I say, trying to get my locker closed.

"OK," he says.

I close my locker and start to walk to the class. I look up and he's staring at me. I look up through my eyelashes and ask him what he's staring at. 

"Nothing, just noticing something beautiful," he says calmly.

I don't know how to respond to that so I walk through Mr. Frank's door and find a seat in the back row. Sam sits in the seat beside me.

The bell rings and Mr. Frank walks in and starts talking.

"OK, everyone. Find your seats and we'll--. Oh, it looks like we have a new student," he says, with surprise in his voice.

"Yeah my name is Sam and I'm from Kansas City. I used to go to Maple Park Middle School, but my dad lost his job, so we had to move to a smaller place. Hopefully my mom and dad find a job so we can move back," Sam tells the class, glancing at me occasionally. I blush and look away out the window, focusing on the newly changing fall leaves. I notice they are changing from their bright green to a lemon yellow, signaling that fall is on its way.

"That's nice Sam. Do you like it here so far?" Mr. Frank asks.

"Yeah, it's alright. I haven't gotten a chance to make any friends, but I'm hoping that this one person becomes my friend," he says, looking at me again.

I hear some "ooohs" from my classmates. I blush even more and look out the window again. Sam sits down and turns toward me. He starts to say something, but gets interrupted by a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. She's wearing a black skirt with a white frilly top, and black and white checkered Vans. She's wearing too much eye makeup and lipstick.

"Hi Sam, I'm Brittany Waters," she says in a voice high enough to crack a mirror.

 "Hey," he says, not too interested in her. She sits next to him as the bell rings, signaling the school day has officially started. Yay! I say, not too enthusiastic. I keep staring straight ahead, trying to focus on what the teacher was saying but I could feel Sam's eyes on me. I look at him with my peripheral vision.  He's so hot! But he would never go for me. We come from two different social groups, him from jocks and me from goths and weirdos. Would he go for me if he got to know me better? He might not if he knew my terrifying secret. 

^^^What do you think her secret is?^^^