As Reilly walked to her class, I checked my schedule.
"Okay, I've got English, Math, Science, Art, and PE." I mumbled. Luckily, history wasn't a required class until next year. I walked quickly, slicing in between couples making out and other frightened freshman until I got to room 503. I looked at the door and reached for the handle. My high school career was officially starting.
That is, it was, until I heard a loud BAM!!! and saw stars. I fell to the floor and clutched my face, throbbing where the door had hit it. People watching started to laugh so I got up quickly, tripping again when the walls and floor felt slanted. Suddenly, a pair of muscular, strong arms grabbed me. I looked up to thank my savior and saw what appeared to be the school janitor. "Sorry miss. I was coming out of door." he said in broken english, pointing to the door with a grimace. "No, that was completely my bad." I lied, struggling to gather my things now as all the students filled the classroom. He apologized more until I collected my things, nodded, and politely tried to walk into my class. What looked like a mean old cat lady greeted me with a frown and pointed into a desk in the back corner. I sat down, blushing profusely, and watched as some more stragglers filled these last few seats. The teacher began talking and I glanced up from under my screen of hair I had been using for protection. I made a quick glance around and sighed, "no one had been looking!" I thought to myself with a smile. Then I turned fully right to the last seat in the corner by the window and noticed that one very attractive sophomore guy was staring at me. He smiled when we met eyes a lopsided, pearly grin, and I shyly smiled back. I was increasingly more happy when he remained staring at my all of class, and ran to catch up with me when I left.
"Hi, I'm Luke." he said when he caught up, holding out his hand. I shook it slightly and replied "Hi Luke, I'm Kot-Dakota." I had almost said my brothers stupid nickname.
"Well Hi, Kodakota." he said with a wink.
"You can call me Dakota for short if you'd like." I retorted.
He laughed and said, "Okay then, Dakota. By the way, I saw your run-in with the door today."
I flushed deep red and finally understood. He had been curious about my face's well being, not me. "Yep," I replied, "That was dumb of me." I sounded disappointed even to me.
"No, that's not what I meant, I just wanted to reassure you that it wasn't that bad. Sure some people saw, but I mean you still looked goo-, I mean, like, don't worry, it wasn't a big deal." He stuttered, and then said "Well, I have to go to my next class. But I guess I'll see you in English tomorrow, right?" he asked.
I smiled at him and said "Yes, you definitely will."
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The picture up top is a picture of Luke, if you hadn't guessed. ;)
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Teen FictionDakota Hastings is a 16-year-old girl that is tired of her life. Her overprotective older brothers have annoyed her for years but now that she is a freshman in high school, she is ready to find the place where she shines. Trying to fit in and be hap...
