His cold hands started coming up my shirt and I heard him whisper in my ear "Skylar-" *RING RING RING.* My eyes darted open. Shit. It was just a dream. Ugh it was the first day of grade 11 and I had the worst classes in the history of everything. I received my schedule yesterday, and I have English, Math, PE, Band, (which I love) Science, and History today. I HATE English. I don't know why but I just do. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in my bed. I got up and opened my closet to see what kind of clothes I had to wear. I found a white crop top and a plaid short skirt. I threw it on and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning love" my mom kissed my on the cheek as I sat down for breakfast. I mumbled back a response as I shoved my waffles in my mouth. I tried to say I'm going to be late but it came out as more "hmm gong me ate." So I shoved the rest of my waffles in my mouth and took a sip of coffee and poured the rest into a to-go cup.
I got one the bus and rode to Elmir High. I saw so many people before we even got to the entrance. I got off and checked my schedule. Ugh. English first. I walked down the crowded halls to room 41 and took a seat in the back. Our teacher, Mr. Redler was giving his introduction to his class when the door burst open. I looked over at the door and there was the cutest boy I have ever seen before standing in the door way. "Is this Mr. Redler's class?" He asked in a seductive voice. Mr. Redler sighed and nodded. "Go take a seat next to Ms. Evans. Now. The seats you have chosen will be permanent for the year." The boy took a seat next to me. His hair was dark brown and it covered his eyes. He glided his fingers through his hair and pushed it out of his eyes. That gave me butterflies. He looked up from his book and looked over at me. "Oh. Shit. Right. I'm Logan. Logan Smith. What's your name?" His eyes were a deep brown. The kind you could get lost in. I cleared my throat and said "Um. Heh. I'm Skylar. Skylar Evans." Oh my god. My voice was so squeaky and so unattractive. "That's a sick name" Logan said. "Now class. Open your books to page 205." I smiled into my book and fantasised about a boy I just met
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Flirting with Fate
RomanceSkylar Smith, a shy and artistic high school student, first laid eyes on Logan Evans when he walked into her English class. His charming smile and easy-going personality immediately caught her attention. As they were paired up for a group project, t...
