True Aviator

Chapter Two

By the time I got to school that morning, I figured out that the house I claimed to think was mine, was actually my neighbors' house which looks very similar to mine.

I got into the school building, and went up the large main staircase up to the morning room we have to sit in every time we arrive. My friend, DeVry was already in the room, as well as my other friends, Asa and Lytania.

"Hey, DeVry!" I cheerily greeted her.

She started hacking in a pretty obnoxious way. "Hey, Camellia," she then greeted back. She stroked the ends of my hair as I got into reach. I had a secret small obsession with this girl. My friends said I had a "lesbian crush" on her, but I knew I didn't. I wasn't into girls like that...

I then sat in my usual seat in front of Asa.

"We should all hang out next Monday or Friday!" I announce to the group.

"You should go hang out with your lover boy, Aviator," Asa laughed. Me loving Aviator was just a big joke between all of my friends. It started out when Asa told me she "shipped" Aviator and I. After that, the rest of the group said they agreed and also "shipped" us. Asa and Lytania even betted that I would soon at least like him sometime in my life. But I knew that certainly was not going to happen.

"Ooooh, you and Aviator," DeVry said in a low voice.

"There he is now," Lytania says as Aviator walks in the room. He looks just as he always does, this time wearing a plaid button down shirt and dark jeans.

"I don't like Aviator!" I whine, a little too loudly. Some eyes glance over to my area. At the mention of his name, Aviator looks over at me, but then quickly turns to his friends. One of his friends being Ionic. Just his name is pretty damn dreamy.

My group proceeds to laugh as the glances come to an end.

Since I got there later than usual, the morning bell rings, signaling to go to our lockers and first classes. I go to Asa's locker, along with the rest of the group.

My first class was math. Jone Hoeman is in my class. He's a pretty obnoxious and... weird kid. Oh, and perverted. Yet, most of the girls somewhat drool over him. Even when I first saw him I thought he was cute, to be honest. His looks can be mesmerizing, but his personality isn't the greatest.

Ionic was also in my class. He usually minded his own business, occasionally chatting with Jone and Aviator.

Yes, Aviator. Aviator is also in my class.

It seems as if everywhere I turn, there he is. I can't go a minute through the day without seeing that face of his, or hearing his low, slow voice.

As I walk into the room, Aviator's deep brown eyes look into my eyes for a moment. I endeavor to not lock eyes with him, and quickly move my eyes over to my designated seat.

In math we have assigned groups. Today was the day where we got new groups. I checked the paper in the front of the room where everyone's group-mates were printed on, along with where the group was seated.

I looked for "Camellia Nugget". Beside my name was the number "4", along with the names of Jone Hoeman, Aviator Wallis, and Ionic Scone. My stomach drops as I read the names. Out of everyone in the class, I would of course be with them.

"Nooooo," I whine. I stomp my feet on the ground, and jump up and down.

I then notice people's eyes are on me. I stop, and look at them in an annoyed matter. They need to go away.

I march over to my group, and look at Jone, in, what I think, is a sassy way. He looked at me confused, and a bit determined. And when I mean determined, I mean determined to rip off my head. It's his everyday face, I guess you could say.

I sit down next to the only seat available. The seat next to Aviator.

"Hi, Camellia," Aviator says shyly.

"Hi," I say awfully quickly. Oops. "I mean, 'hi'," I correct myself, this time slower.

I look over at Jone, who's smirking. I then look over at Ionic. He's looking back up at me. We lock eyes for a moment, until he looks back down at his Holy Green pencil. I notice he's wearing some of his Holy Green merch. I'm really going to miss him when he goes there next year.

Ionic bends down over his seat, and comes back up in a matter of seconds with something in his hands. It's a plastic bottle with some liquid inside. He forcefully puts the bottle on his desk, making it splatter everywhere.

And by "everywhere", I mean on me. Me, Camellia Nugget.