SOPHMORE YEAR

CHAPTER TWO

At school, we have six subjects a day, which includes some combined classes and club activities. My first class was government, a subject I've never taken before, but I guessed it wouldn't be fun because I dislike politics-related subjects for some reason. I sat at my seat waiting for others to come while talking with Camryn.

"Drey?" I recognized that voice. It was Johnson, my boy best friend since eighth grade.

"John!" I hugged him, and he hugged back, smiling and showing his dimples. One thing that attracted me to him. I always wished he was my brother because he was really fun and always talked to me about not having siblings, So i told hi to treat me like one. I knew exactly what he was going to ask.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I responded.

"Do you have a spare pen?"

I slapped his arm. He never has a spare pen, and on the first day, for goodness' sake.

"They stole mine," he explained.

"Well, go get it back," I shot back. He then made funny puppy dog faces, and luckily I always keep one for him. I handed it to him.

"Thank you," he smiled and left.

God, why does he have to be stupidly cute?

I don't know why people take art classes as an excuse or a gateway. Others think science students are the more serious ones who have a future. But over the holidays, I told myself that I wanted to make it big no matter what I do. I needed to score the highest in tests this term. I wanted to show people I could do more than be just an art student.

At the back row of the class were the gamer boys, playing on their phones. Others were best friends who came to art classes because one of them decided it for them. I was annoyed. No one had come to sit next to me, but just as class was beginning, a boy walked in and I could feel the heat form on girls' faces. It was William. It seemed like he got a glow-up over the holiday. His hair was fuller, and it took everything in me not to touch it. His lips were pinker and he became fairer. What was he doing here?

He was honestly the hottest boy in the set. I could feel the hotness. He was the A player on our school's basketball team and also had a lot of girlfriends. I was one of them in the past, but that was in grade eight. I promised myself not to date this term because of my unstable mental health.

The government teacher was some old man who just wanted to talk about life. I hate these types of teachers who come to class to talk and at the end give us some assignment. I yawned and felt Liam's eyes land on me.

"Drey? Damn, I didn't recognize you," his attention was fully on me now. People actually told me I had a glow-up, well, everyone did have a glow-up, actually.

I giggled, "How are you?"

"I'm okay," he responded.

"But damn, you look finer," he was still staring at me. God, could this boy not look at me?

"Thank you," I said as I scribbled rubbish and blushed like an idiot, which I did anytime I was nervous.

"You look way better too."

"I know," could he not have replied with an "I know?"

"Come watch my game today?" Liam asked.

I stared up as if I was thinking, as if I needed to think. Maya and I used to literally drool over him in grade nine from the top floor. Well, sometimes just me, I guess. Maya liked nice, friendly-ish, smart, short guys; I was more into tall, stupid, and charming ones.

"Okay," I responded like it was so normal.

"Cool," he grabbed his bag and stood up.

I waved him goodbye, and he waved back shyly and left. My hand was still in the air. I took my hand and used it to slap my face.

"My God, Drey! Who still waves to 6'5 ballers?" I asked myself.