He looks at me funny..

Chapter 1-Bailey goes mute

(A.N:- Hi everyone, so this is the first chapter and I really really hope you don't hate it. If you feel like there's something wrong with it or if I'm moving to slow, please do let me know.  And thats a picture of Riley. Okay anyway ..ENJOY <3)

Riley's POV:

Waking up at 5:30 on a Monday morning was probably the worst way to start my semester. My burning eyes and throbbing head was what forced me to slide out of my disorganized bed and hunt for some Advil. Having had less than three hours of sleep in the past couple of weeks, I seemed to be running out of Advil, which is so bizarre because Advil pills are always in my house.. Staying up late watching Supernatural was probably not a good idea now that I think about it. In my defense, the nerves of the new semester wouldn't help ease my already restless sleep.

I stepped into my bathroom and sluggishly moved to the shower. It was nearly an hour later when I finally sat down at the table downstairs fully dressed, waiting for my mum to hand me my breakfast. " Riley, hun. Did you wake up at 5 again?" My mum asked. The only reply I could muster was a grunt and sighed " I have to run now mum, Bailey will most probably waiting to chew me out at school for not calling her back last night." I quickly grabbed my bag and raced out of the door and into my car, before zooming off to school.

I stepped out of my car and was greeted by the gargantuan sign that was labeled Melvin High School, Home Of The Cheetahs. I quickly ran inside, my purple converse pounding against the gravel towards my controlling and yet loving best friend. Suddenly, my vision turned dark and all the breath was knocked out of my lungs. Stepping back, I met the deep russet eyes and blonde hair of two familiar faces. Mason Kennedy and his best friend Connor Griffin. Mason's chocolate eyes stared deep into mine. I couldn't gather enough will power to look away. It was like there was a magnetic field that he had somehow managed to trap me in. The loud noises in my ears had slowly died out. The only thing i was aware of was the specks of hazel outlining his irises.

Connor's obnoxious wheezing was what finally dragged us out of our haze. Overwhelmed, I hesitantly moved back, uttered a quiet apology and with burning cheeks, briskly walked away. Never in my 18 years of existence had I experienced something with such an intensity that it left me breathless. Unless you count the perfection that is Stephen King novels. Why was it that this one boy could hold my attention for so long? Every time I would see him, an uncomfortable burning would ensue in the pit of my stomach, a raging beast clawing to get out. My tongue was painfully dry. My pitiful baking contained more moisture than my mouth at this current point in time. My head spun uncontrollably, I could feel my stomach twist and the mammoth sized butterflies beginning to settle.

Looking ahead i spotted my best friend leaning against my locker and aggressively pounding the screen of her phone. She was probably looking for me ,but little did she know that i had left my phone at home. This thought made a hysteric giggle bubble out of my chest and make the control freak draped across my blue locker, look up and race towards me. Almost immediately I was bombarded with Bailey's shouting. " WHY THE FRICK FRACK DIDDLY DACK PATTY WHACK HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY TEXTS!" It was times like these where I questioned her sanity, I mean who in their right mind would say "frick frack diddly dack patty whack"? "Sorry, i woke up really early, but the hot water in the shower had only just accepted me and well i didn't want to lose its trust."I clarified.

In this point in our friendship, she seemed to have accepted that my parents had probably dropped me multiple times on my head as a kid and so proceeded to ignore my reply before launching into a flurry of the latest update on Kim Kardashian's butt. This was routine for us. Bailey would walk with me to our lockers and talk about things that seemed of no importance that early in the morning and I would simply nod and pretend like I was listening. She had gotten to the part of her monologue where she usually changed topics, but Bailey said nothing at all. Alarmed that she had asked me a question that I had missed, I glanced up at her face, only to see her delicate features frozen in wonder and surprise. I poked her arm trying to get her attention, but all she did was turn me around to where her eyes were focused.

I was met by two faces that I had seen less than twenty minutes ago. Mason seemed to be staring right back at us, but Connor was completely oblivious towards the peculiar activities of his best friend and the ogling of my best friend which was directed towards him, he was solely focused on his phone. My eyebrow rose in question, why was he looking at me funny ? Did Mother Nature decide to make an appearance on my pants ? Discreetly, i glanced down at my legs and released a sigh of relief.

When I peered back up in his direction, he had turned around to face Connor, but his gaunt face was splashed with red. Was he blushing? More importantly, did I make him blush? Bailey seemed to have lost the ability to speak which never in my entire life would I have thought was even possible. The shrill cry of the late bell broke through whatever haze had kept her prisoner and we both shut our lockers in sync, before sprinting to homeroom.

The only thought on my mind was Mason Kennedy and the way he seemed to memorize my face with his eyes. We had never had a single conversation, then why was he always glancing towards me ? We slammed into the closed door of our homeroom and fell onto the floor in a tangle of limbs, hair and groans of annoyance. Only Bailey and I could be blind enough to miss a big brown door. For now all I need to think about is how we're going to get out of detention.