My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 1: Coffee Spills and Artwork Disasters

Savannah's POV

It's hard to live a life, when your parents are barely around. They are too busy with their jobs to care for their own child.

Maybe, everything will change, during my last year at Greenwich High School.

I walked through the crowded hallways of the school. Some students grunted at me, while others smiled.

Finally, I reached my clean, blue locker and took out my sketchbook.

My best friend, Mackenzie, walked over to me. She had curly brown hair with dazzling brown eyes. She was the girl that all of the guys loved, while I was some average girl.

"Did you hear about the Christmas festival?" she asked, looking at me with the greatest smile.
"Yeah," I nodded, wondering why she asked me this random question.

She continued, "Well, I'm in charge of this whole event and the seniors are expected to participate."

I closed my locker and began to walk down the crowded hallway with Mackenzie following. "I can do a bake sale." She took a clipboard out of her pink, sparkly bag and wrote some things down. "You can do it with Griffin Clarke."

I stopped walking and looked at my dear friend, hoping she was joking. She looked sincere and smiled. "Griffin Clarke." I grabbed her hand and began to violently shake it. "I can't do it with him!"

That boy annoys me every single day and flirts with all of the girls. He is the playboy in our school and my best friend is friends with him, so I get to see him every day. She might even have a crush on him.

Mackenzie patted my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "He isn't that bad. He can be a sweetheart, sometimes. "Sure," I rolled my eyes. "And I'm a terrible artist."

The bell rang so we can began to walk to our next class, Science.

She began to ramble about the Christmas festival, but I didn't pay attention. I was just looking at my sketchbook.

All of a sudden, I bumped into something hard, wet, and hot. I hope I did not run into a wall on fire, with blood oozing from my nose. It's probably not that, but it could be.

I looked up and saw a pair of green-blue eyes. "Idiot." he spoke under his breath.

I stepped away and eyed him from head to toe. "I am not an idiot, Griffin. Watch where you are going, next time."

I examined my white sweater and noticed the brown coffee stains. "You spilt your gross drink on me," I scoffed, while quietly yelping in pain as the coffee burned my skin. He is so going to pay for this!

He snapped, "Well, you bumped into me, first. You should apologize to me. Now, look at this stain!"

He picked up a bit of his black shirt, which revealed his toned stomach with an eight-pack. I shielded my eyes from him and gagged. "Pull that shirt down! I'm scarred for life!"

He released his shirt and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just look at this stain!"

He pointed at the stain and I quirked an eyebrow, clearly confused. "Your huge stain is a speck? A tiny, insignificant speck?" He nodded, while inspecting the tiny stain. "This shirt is expensive." "That's your problem," I smirked, obviously enjoying this little banter.

Mackenzie appeared at my side and smiled at Griffin. It's so obvious she likes him. Too bad he's a playboy and enjoys breaking girl's hearts.

"Hi, Griffin," she greeted him and began to flirtatiously twirl her hair with a finger. "Sup, Kenzie," he looked away from her and stared at me for some unknown reason.