It's the Little Things

Chapter 1

"Hey, I've been switched to Homeroom 11. We're homies, Sam! Can you imagine how much fun we'll have?" Jack asked me, interrupting me from my thoughts. 

I was patiently waiting for Kyle Kingsley, the boy I am in love with for as long as I could remember.

It has already been a routine for Jack and me. Go to school, grab my books in my locker, wait for Kyle, and go to class. My day would never be complete without seeing Kyle.

"Hello? Earth to Samantha." Jack said and flicked his fingers in front of my face several times. I turned to face him. Jack Harries, the boy I've been stuck with since preschool.

I was such a crybaby back in those days, and he was the one who would do those silly, memorable things that cheered me up. My mother and his were very close friends, and mom trusted Jack. We went to the same school together in elementary, middle school, and now, high school.

From the very first time we met, his face hasn't changed at all. His pointy face consists of deep, ocean blue eyes that gleamed brightly like the Pacific Ocean, which lie below his eyebrows that extends to his sharp, pointed nose. His small mouth was curved into a grin. His hair, a natural brown color, was gelled neatly to one side. 

"Sorry, I was uh," I said, and paused.

"Daydreaming again." he continued for me.

 "So," he said casually while leaning against the lockers, "are we finishing the history project tonight?" 

I looked past him, not in the mood to answer him. I suddenly realized that maybe I am tired of talking to the same person every day, in almost every moment of my life. 

"Aw, come on. Silent treatment again?" he teased, and held my chin up.

Then, the bell rang. Where's Kyle? Perhaps Jack was so busy bugging me that I didn't notice him pass.

"Seriously? Aw, come on, Jack! I didn't see him today! You know how much it means to me!" I whined. 

He raised his eyebrows. "Right. Now it's my fault again. I clearly did not see him pass through us! Can't you just- not. Oh, never mind." 

"He's never late to class! He hates being late!" I sput out, and ran towards the restroom. 

*

I opened the faucet to wash my face. Turning the faucet off, I looked back at my own reflection. My hair was a rich shade of auburn. It flowed in waves to my pale face. My eyes, framed by long lashes, were a dim gray color. I have a straight, sharp nose. Too sharp, Jack always tells me, and slightly chapped lips. Samantha Chloe Hiddleston. You can do this. I muttered to myself and smiled. 

After I have freshed up, I ran outside the restrooms. Hurrying for class, my books toppled down the floor as someone bumped into me. I heard the person whom I bumped into grunt. 

"Sorry," I said in a breath. I looked up and stared. 

It was Kyle Kingsley.  

 He handed me the books one by one and slung my shoulder bag back in my shoulder. "Sorry, Miss." 

I was, in a way, melting inside. This wasn't how I visualized my first interaction with him. This was too... cliché. But it didn't matter. My knees could fail on me any second now. I gazed at him.  His hair, a fine, blonde color, was shining like an angel's. His sky blue eyes reflected all the radiance of the smile on his voluptuous, plump lips. 

"I should go now." he said finally, breaking the silence, "see you around, Miss."

I just grinned at him. I couldn't find my voice. 

Suddenly, someone grasped my wrist. "Sam! We're late for class." 

It was Jack. Suddenly, everything seemed to glow, even Jack. Very unlikely.

"You look good today, Jack, with the hoodie and all." I inquired, smiling wide, my cheeks tired from grinning.

He turned away shyly, and cleared his throat. "Thanks, Sammy. So do you."

I gripped Jack's familiar hand tighter on mine. I thought of Kyle again, and my stomach did back flips. I tingled all over. I could hear Jack speaking to me, but all I could possibly think of is when I will see Kyle again.