There's a boy

Chapter 1: The hot boy

I walked into class, ignoring the weird look from other students.

Today was my first day on team 602. I was forced from team 601 and ditch my bestfriend because of this girl who beat me up. Now, I had 4th hour social studies with my bestfriend Peyton.

"Hey Elise!" Peyton yelled.

Me and peyton had been friends since 1st grade. Now I have every class with her. Unfortantly Olivia, Peytons friend, has every class with Peyton. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but she sure is talkative.

The music started playing, telling us we have one minute of passing time left. I watched as people scrambled to get to class on time.

Olivia starts belting out the words to I love it by icona pop, very loudly.

"I DON'T CARE, I LOVE IT

I DON'T CARE, I LOVE!

I GOT THIS FEELING ON

A SUMMER DAY WHEN YOU WERE GONE

I CRASHED MY CAR INTO A BRIDGE,

I WATCHED, I LET IT BURN" She screamed. Many people were also joining in on her singing, screaming the song at the top of their lungs.

The bell rang, and I scrambled to my seat. I didn't want to be marked tardy on my first day of social studies.

"Good morning class" Mr.Myhro said. He was my new social studies teacher. He seemed cool and I've heard good things about him.

"Good morning, Mr.Myhro" The class responded, like they practiced it. They probably did.

"Today, we have a new student" he said, pushing me to the front of the room. All eyes were plastered on mine, like I had clams growing out my ears. I didn't though, or at least I don't think so.

"Hi" I said, shyly waving at the class. I blushed, then rushed to get back to my seat. I didn't like people that much.

The door slammed, and there, stood a very hot boy. Like, very hot. Like, lets have sex now, hot.

"Peyton, who's that?" I asked, maybe slightly blushing.

"Oh, thats Elvis, he's always late" She replied. She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't like him anyways."

I stared at him, our eyes meeting. We looked at each other for awhile. He was hot. Like really hot.

I nervously looked away, hoping he didn't catch me staring.

I looked over, and he was still looking at me. Did he like me to? Of course not.

I blushed, pushing some hair out of my face, making myself looking as good as possible. Even though I probably looked like shit.

Class started to begin, but I was to busy staring at Elvis.

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"Elise! Are you even listening?" Peyton whined.

"What?" I wasn't listening to her because I was thinking about Elvis. Duh.

She groaned. "Never mind." Cue the eye roll.

"No, tell me." I begged.

"Do you like Elvis?" She asked out of the blue.

"Maybe." I started blushing. My face was probably red as a tomato.

"You do!" She said, shoving me against the wall. Ouch. That girl was strong.

"Shhhhhh!" I whisper yelled, putting my finger to my mouth.

She started screaming, skipping down the hall.

"ELISE AND ELVIS,

SITTING IN A TREE

K-I-S-S-I-N-G" she screamed, causing a scene. People were staring from all around the hall. I have never been more embarressed.

I put my hand over her mouth, to stop her from singing. She was annoying me so much right now.

She bit down hard, making me lose my grip. My hand fell from her mouth, spit covering it.

"Come on! We have to tell everyone!" She said, dragging my hand.

Oh boy. This was gonna be a long week.
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