Miss Make-Believe

Chapter 1

“Oh my god, you were awesome!” Suz gasped all of a sudden, just outside our Calculus classroom. Her eyes were fluttered wide and her jaw was gaping at me.

I shrugged coolly. “It’s no big deal. She deserved it.” I smiled at her as soon as her lips stretched in a gleeful smile and we headed inside the room, toward our seats purposefully.

Remember how I told you that I always zone out during Suz’s romantic rant about prince, princess and white horses? Yeah, that part is true except the part where I technically don’t space out. Ever since the very first day of high school, my eyes have always been set on one particular guy. His name is Noel Devereux and he’s French.

I hate to admit it, but Noel’s a jock. The very first day I had scrutinized his dark brown eyes, boyish smile, dark spiky hair, fair complexion and muscular body, alarm bells had went off in my head, notifying me that he was one of those typical jocks. I mean his aura literally screamed Hey-babe-what’s-your-name at the whole school. Even after that acknowledgement and the hate within me for jocks, I knew I had fallen for him.

Pathetic, right?

But as it turns out, Noel was never a typical jock. He is actually just a normal guy who deserves a normal life and maybe that’s why I still like him even after two freaking years. The only thing that makes me put up with high school is my feelings for Noel.

Well that and Suzanne!

So coming to the point, I never listened to what my best had to babble about romance because I was already in my own delicate bubble, constructed by my feelings for Noel Devereux.

“Hey Whitney!” Someone called out to me and I had to shake my head a little to step out of unreal the world of romanticism. Noticing it was Noel itself who was greeting me; I smiled goofily at him and waved back a bit too zealously.

“You look like a dork.” Suz commented in my ear while I kept waving my hand at him. “Stop that!” She grabbed my hand and forced it down at my side. I narrowed my eyes at her and pouted.

Suz sighed at my childish behaviour and gave up. She patted my shoulder and stalked away to her seat. I turned toward Noel. “What’s up?” Butterflies erupted in my stomach.

Sitting in his seat, Noel smiled at me adorably and I had to subdue the urge to gush at how cute he always is. “You look pretty today.” He remarked. His words made my heart melt and I was just one second away from turning into mushy goo. After a very girly giggle erupted out of my voice box, I wished to track back and slap myself before erasing that moment.

I hate giggling.

But fortunately for me, Noel just laughed lightly. Composing myself, I smiled at him normally this time and said, “You look great too!”

“Oh, I always look great.” I rolled my eyes at him and chuckled.

That was what I liked about him. He knew he was good looking but he never bothered to show it off like May and the other jocks. I admired his modesty and the fact that we could joke around casually without any high school clique barriers.

Just as our Calculus teacher entered the classroom, everyone quieted down and I didn’t bother to answer Noel further. I walked and sat on a seat next to him, putting an effort to make it look coincidental.

Our female teacher cleared her throat in the comfortable silence and then, asserted. “Morning class! My name is Miss Stella Montgomery and I’m your Calculus teacher for the rest of the year.” All eyes were trained on the short, thin and middle aged woman studiously and suddenly, I felt pride crawl in my heart at the fact that maybe high school wasn’t that irredeemable.