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Chapter 3

Becky's POV

Walking in I realized how big this school is. There was a million different hallways to go down and a bunch of rooms right there. How am I gonna find my way around?!

I walk around in circles not really knowing where to go. I look down at my schedule and back around at the numbers on the door. I step backwards and hear a crash.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" I ask turning around bending down to help pick up his papers.

"Yeah I'm fine, just took me by surprise," a blonde guy says.

"I'm Becky," I say reaching out my hand.

"Hunter," he responds, smiling extending his arm.

"Well sorry about that again. Also, I'm so lost. Can you tell me where Mr. Crews class is? And my locker?" I ask.

"I'm actually in your home room. You can just follow me, and that's your locker," he says pointing. I follow his gaze.

"Thank you so much," I say. He nods.

"Finally one normal person here," I whisper under my breath. He hears cause he responds with,

"Why? Haven't you meet others?"

"Yeah but one was im guessing a popular guy that literally caught me and the other was one popular girl that was beyond rude to me," I respond.

"Someone caught you?? That's crazy," Hunter replied.

"That's what I'm saying!" I say.

We stop by my locker then I follow Hunter to class. The bell rings the second after we get in our seats. We sit next to each other.

"So your new right?" Hunter questions

"Yeah. Moves from Florida. Much warmer there than here," I respond.

"I'd say. It gets pretty cold in the winter. You'll get used to it," he says.

"Here," I say as Mr. Crews calls my name. "It's definitely a change. I've never moved before, so it's different."

He nods as some other names are called. I look around the class. There are old timey books, and pictures for Mr. Crews all over the room.

"Oh my gosh. That's him," I say tapping Hunter on the arm with my pencil.

"What?" He asks.

"The guy that caught me. Well technically I bumped into him and then I nearly face planted, causing him to..," Hunter was staring at me waiting for me to stop. I point at someone and his jaw drops. I'm not even joking it fell open.

"That," he says pointing at the guy, "Is Derek Mathews. He's like way popular and is the quarterback,"

"Like football quarterback?" I ask looking back over at him. "Umm... Hunter. He's looking at us looking him,"

"Look away," he says. "Hes harmless. Plus he's nice if he ever talks to you. But still,"

I look back over. I mouth over stop staring at me. It's creepy. He mouths back, make me. I roll my eyes and look away.

He whispers something to his friends that make them all laugh. Hunter starts talking.

"Dude I said not to look," He says.

"Sorry, but he seems like a creep?" I say. Hunter gives me a look. I put up my hands in defense. "You give me that look yet you don't argue," I say laughing.

I can tell he finds me amusing yet doesn't say anything.

"Oh, Jackie, come here. I want you to meet the new girl Becky," Hunter says.

"Hey I say,"

"Hey,"

After a few minutes we become more comfortable and by the end we're getting each other's numbers.

I glance back at Derek. He's talking to his friends but our eyes meet for a split second. I shake of the feelings that he gives me and join back in on the conversation.

"Ok pizza is definitely better. 100%," Hunter is saying. Just then the bell rings.

"Hunter, do you know where Mrs. Nelson's class is?" I ask.

"Down the hall to the right. There will be 3 doors. The one on the right is hers. Good luck," he replies as he hurries off to class.

I enter the room. There is chatter happening everywhere. "Omg did you hear..." "Oh yeah I remember..." "Dude what's up...".

I walk up to Mrs. Nelson's desk. She's a small lady with straight dark brown hair. Her hair is back in a messy bun and her nose in an old book. The types of ones that were in Mr. Crews room.

"I'm. excuse me? I'm Becky Miller. New. Are there assigned seats?" I ask.

She peers out from behind her book. "Ah yes Miss Miller, I was told about you. You will be next to Mr. Mathews. Go on," she replies pointing at a desk.

I bring all my books and set them on it. I start walking around my desk to sit down when I trip over my own two feet. I put out my arms and someone hooks their arms on mine steadying me.

"Thanks," I say looking up. All I can see are those emerald eyes that kinda creep me out when I look up.

This is the longest chapter so far. So I hope you enjoy it. Becky and Derek are going to properly meet soon so keep reading,