alive - l.h

one

Delilah's POV..

"Hey there, Delilah!" my best friend Calum exclaimed as I climbed into his car. I rolled my eyes at his refference and put on my seat belt.

"Wow, first day of senior year. How do you feel, Cal?" I chuckled as I put my fist to his mouth, mimicking a microphone.

"It's definately surreal. Although I love this school, I'm ready to get the hell out of here," Calum confessed. I laughed at him and turned up the radio that was playing an old song by The Fray. I've always loved The Fray. They've been one of my favorite bands since I discovered music.

"Oh! Delilah you cant forget, you're turning the big one eight this year!" Calum yelled. I winced at the loudness of his voice and chuckled.

"So are you Cal Pal!" I smiled at the nickname I gave him in year five and laughed as Calum scrunched up his nose in disgust.

When we reached our school, Calum pulled into the parking space that he claimed as his in year ten by spray painting a giant "C. H" onto the pavement. I followed Calum into the school and we made our way to the gym to get our schedule.

"Hello Delilah! You look lovely today!" the secratary, Mrs. Donnell, said to me.

"Thank you!" I replied. "You look lovely as well," I said honestly with a smile. Mrs. Donnell handed me my schedule and I looked over it, noticing I had choir this year again. Im not sure why the school always gives me choir. I hate it therefore I dont try. When I dont try, I usually fail.

"What classes have you got?" I asked Calum once he came over with his own schedule.

"Period one; Spanish, period two; history, period three; honors society, period four; geometry, period five; art and scupture, period six; english, and period seven; computer apps," he said.

"We've got second, third, and seventh together!" I said with a smile.

"Let me see your other classes," Calum said before taking my schedule out of my hands and replacing it with his own. "Why did they put you back in choir? You hate that class. Didn't you fail it last year?" he asked. I nodded,

"Yeah I did fail. Maybe this is my re-do year since I did alright in year nine." I shrugged and took back my schedule.

"I better get going to english then, I'll see you in history!" I giggled at how weird that line sounded and waved goodbye to Calum. I walked out of the gymnasium and wondered around the senior wing before finding the class I was looking for. I entered and sat in an empty seat in the far left corner of the small room. I scrolled through my twitter timeline, patiently waiting for the first bell to ring for class to start.

After about fifteen minutes of looking through bullshit, the bell finally rang and a woman that looked to be in her late forties entered the room. She went to the board and picket up an un-used piece of chalk and wrote "Mrs. Hensley" on the board.

"Hello class!" Mrs. Hensley chirped. I internally cringed at her voice and sighed, resting my head in my hands.

-

"Delilah!" I heard my other best friend, Ashton, call from down the hall. I turned around with a smile on my face, only to be nearly tackled to the floor.

"Hey, Ashton. I missed you! How was the states?" I asked curiously, trying desperately to regain my balance.

"It was great! I wish you could've went. I have a feeling you would have loved it," Ashton replied with a wink. I've known Ashton for a year and a half now, but it seems like i've known him forever. He just radiates that vibe you get when you talk to someone you've known someone for a long time.

"Maybe next summer," I said with a smirk. "Whens your choir period?"

"Sixth," Ashton said with a big smile. Ashton and I actually met in choir class in year ten, we both hated it at first but as the year went on, Ashton grew to love singing while I still despised it.

"Me too," I replied and scoffed. "I'm suprised the school still wants me in that class, i'm terrible in it," I confessed.

"You're not terrible, you just need to learn to appreciate your fantastic singing ability," Ashton put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I cringed and immediately wiped it off on his blue jumper.

"I hate my voice. I sound like a penguin," I chuckled and made my way to my second period with Calum. "By the way, where are you going?" I asked to the boy who was still clinging to my shoulder.

"History, with Mr. Matthews," my face lit up but earned a confused expression from Ashton.

"You have that class with me and Calum, too," I explained. Ashton just made an 'o' shape with his mouth as we entered the second class of the day.

"Delilah, Ashton!" I heard someone yell. I looked in the direction of the voice to see Calum sitting in front of an unfamiliar blond boy with a lip ring.

"Hey, Cal." I said, sitting in the seat next to him. Ashton sat in the seat behind me and next to the blond boy.

"This is Luke. He just moved here from Sydney," Calum explained.

"Im Delilah," I said with a small wave and a smile. Luke didn't say anything but returned the gesture.

"I'm Ashton, but call me Ash if you'd like," Ashton smiled.

"Nobody calls you that, shut up," I said sarcastically, ruffling his hair. I earned a small 'hey' from that before the bell rang. Mr. Matthews entered the room and began taking roll.

-

The day dragged on as we met new teachers and classmates, eventually, the end of the day arrived. I walked out of the school with Calum, Ashton, and my other best friend Bryn that I caught up with during lunch. We all agreed that we would all go over to Calums to just hang out and watch Ashton beat Calum in FIFA.

"Luke! Hey, what are you doing?" Calum called to the blond from history. He was talking to his friend with bright red hair about something, but looked towards us when he heard his name being called.

"Going back to my friend Michael's for awhile. Wanna come?" Luke offered.

"Actually, we're all going back to my house to play some FIFA and just chill." Calum confessed.

"You can come if you'd like. We have room for a couple more," I added. Luke looked at his friend for confirmation, and he just shrugged and nodded.

"Sure," Luke said and we all piled into cars to head to Calum's house.

This school year better be great.