Unexpected

Chapter One- First Class

-Spencer's pov-

I quickly walk through the crowded halls of Hillside High trying to find my next class: Spanish. As a sophomore in high school, it can be scary enough entering a new school in a new state with new people. Especially if your classes are filled with upperclassman like most of mine are. I snatch my schedule from my pocket and check to see if I'm headed in the right direction. Spanish II, Room 40, Mrs. Getty my schedule informs me. I look up to see that I'm standing right in front of the correct room. I sigh in relief and enter it.

Inside, the walls are filled with posters written in Spanish and several desks lined up in untidy rows. I pick one near the corner of the room and take my seat. I look down at the desk; someone has carved tiny stick figures into it. Immature, I think to myself. I shake my head and finally look up, the bell has rung and almost every seat around me is occupied by a student. Older students with facial hair who vape (it's like smoking water vapor from a pen). I'm quite intimidated, but I know I'm smart, so I shouldn't have a problem keeping up with them.

Mrs. Getty begins class by taking roll. She calls out my name and I respond with a quiet "here." After she calls everyone else's name, she begins the lesson. We're learning about Spanish cognates today (Spanish words that look like English words)-- as the board up front tells me so. I look around the room and when I do, this boy with shaggy brown hair waves excitedly at me. I stare awkwardly back. Do I wave? I don't.

40 minutes drag by while I listen and take notes before the bell rings to dismiss class. I pack up my things and stand up to leave. As I reach the aisle between the desks leading to the door, the boy who waved ends up behind me.

"Wanna be my friend?" he asks.
"No," I reply without thinking. I shrug, I meant it anyways.
"I'm Zach, by the way. With an 'h.'" he states.
"Um, okay. I'm Spencer. With an 's.'" He chuckles. We've made it out the door now and I turn right to go to my Chemistry class-- also with upperclassman. I look over my shoulder and don't see Zach following me. Good, I think, satisfied.

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A few days later as I'm scrolling through Facebook, I get the little ding that informs me I've recieved a message. I look at it. Message request from: Zach DuVall, it reads. I sigh and accept it.

"Hey," he says. I furrow my eyebrows and quickly type a response.
"How did you find me on here?" I reply.
"Doesn't matter," he says back. Suddenly I remember how he hadn't been in class the last couple days, and decide to ask him why.
"Here, text me and I'll tell you," he says. He sends me his number in the next message. I snort because this was such a cheesy way to get a girl to text you. I ponder for a while and decide that just texting him one message wasn't going to hurt anything.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, guys! So I've never really written a story that was intended for others to read, so I hope y'all like it. Some feedback on this would be wonderful and greatly appreciated! I'll continue if enough people care to read.

Xoxo, Jazmen💕