Maybe...?

CHAPTER 3

It's the second period so I have Literature class right now.
While the teacher Mrs. Robinson is coming, I turn around and start to talk with one of my best friends.

Julie Dominguez.

"I'm so bored..." I gape.

"Hey, Lea... you think you are getting over him?" She suddenly asks.

"Getting over... who?"

"Don't be silly, you know who I'm talking about."

"Well... I thought that maybe I was, but we talked on the bus this morning and... no, I'm not over him." I affirm sadly.

"You talked to him¡?" She is crazy.

"Well, he talked to me."

"That means something Lea."

I know she's my best friend and she wants me to be happy, but lying it's no the right way.

"Don't say that."

"I have always, always thought that he is interested in you, at least a tiny little bit."

"Look, Julie, he is the cutest guy in class, he could have any girl in the high school." I remind her exhausted.

"And what? He would choose you over and over again, I'm sure"

"Julie, trust me, I love you but stop. I was excited once about that, I don't want to be again."

In that exact moment where I turn around, I see a gorgeous boy walking onto the class, wearing a black jacket, some black jeans and a pair of black boots. Let's guess his favorite color is black.
He has blond short hair and blue intense eyes.

I haven't seen him in this high school before...

Is he a new student?

Is he going to stay in MY class?

"Oh god, he's hot," Julie whispers from my back.

"Yeah... he is."

My heart races fast.
This happens whenever I see a cute boy.
Not a particular thing.

Mrs. Robinson walks in following that HOT GUY and telling him something in a lower voice.

He nods.

He keeps standing in front of all the class, and I think that he's going to say something.

I see that the girls are melting.

I am too.

"Em... I guess I have to present myself to all of you."

Oh my goodness, that accent.

"I'm Lucas Peterson, I am 16 and I'm here because of a school exchange project, so I'll be your new classmate for the rest of the year."

Then he gazes at the teacher, looking for her approbation.

"Okay, you can sit there, besides Eleanor's table."

I look quickly around me and I only see jealousy from the other girls and even boys.

Is he really going to sit beside ME?

Eleanor, don't panic.

DON'T PANIC.

"Hi" I wave a hand at him.

He looks at me and then takes his notebook from his bag.

Did he just ignore me?

Well, now I'm totally sure that he is one of those rude boys.

Pretty handsome outside but completely awful inside.