Impossible

Ch. 3

A/N: Careful of the POVS it switches halfway through thanks ! (:

 

MICA'S POV:

I can't believe Jason recognized me!!

While half of me says,

"ITS A SIGN!!!"

and the other half says

"He's your neighbor, he's seen you around, obviously he would remember you!"

I couldn't help but notice how strange it was that he was the one to answer, but whatever.

I continued walking past them, and into the school.

My locker number was 107 so, I walked to the sophomore hallway on the main level and continuously walked up and down to find my locker.

You see, at our school there's a small whiteboard on the outside of the lockers, and you can write your name on it. The actual locker number is right beneath that whiteboard on a very small plaque, so it was hard to find mine.

Once I did find mine, I grabbed the marker on top of the white board and wrote Mica in my neatest handwriting. I only try because people will see it okay.

Geez.

I heard the locker on my left slam and I finally looked over.

It was a boy with blondish- brown hair and bright blue eyes, that was roughly 5'10. He had a cute, puppy like face, but he looked nervous and scared. He was wearing a school soccer jersey and some khaki shorts with a pair of blue Nike shoes.

I chuckled slightly at his outfit, seeing as the shoes were school colors and matched his jersey. He finally noticed I was there, and turned to me. His big, blue eyes nervously fluttered and his eyes scanned over my face and to my locker.

He wasn't talking, so I decided I should probably make the first move.

"Hey, I'm Mica! Mica Teaks if we want to get last names involved!"

I bubbly spoke to him and stuck my hand out.

At first he gave me a strange look, before his eyes shifted back and forth, from my hand to my face, and he cautiously shook it.

"I-I'm Zach. Zach, Zach Hansen."

He said, building confidence as he said his name.

I smiled,

"Well hey Zach. Um are you new? Because I could show you arou-"

He cut me off and said,

"N-no thanks I already have the person who's locker is next to yours leading me around. He asked me a couple minutes before you came."

I had yet to see who's locker was beside me so I asked,

"oh, ok. So who's leading you around?"

"I am."

 

 

JASON'S POV:

"I am."

I answered to Mica's question.

(10 minutes before) 

"I know right?! And that winning goal was so sick man you did good!"

My best friend, Russell said.

I know, I know guys sound "gay" when they say best friend, but I don't care he's always been there for me through everything.

I chuckled,