Jacob's Cummies: A Lover's Tale

Chapter 1

My eyes wandered the seventh grade hallways of my new school. It felt like a movie sequence, where a character stares into oblivion as the camera slowly pans out. Cold sweat began to trickle down the sides of my face, chilling me to the bone.

My family had moved from an Oklahoma town to a Virginia town because my mom got a promotion. The move really devastated me, as I had never experienced it before. My old friends seemed to have faded out of my life, and I felt alone.

The loud sounds of preteens assaulted my ears in such a way that I could not even comprehend my own thoughts. As I walked, it seemed like I was walking in the opposite direction of everyone else. Just an invisible entity blocking their path. Unfamiliar faces surrounded me, outnumbering me. I stared at my shoes as I made it towards my first class at this school.

My eyes met the sign on the door, written in big bold orange letters.

HISTORY- MR. COLLINS

My hand shook as I reached for the door handle, swinging it open. Immediately, the noxious scent of expo markers invaded my sense of smell. My eyes watered a bit, but I didn't want to seem odd standing there at the door, so I looked for a seat. I passed by many rows, with chattering students all around waiting for the bell to ring. The back seats were the choice for me, because maybe no one would notice my presence. I never liked the idea of attention, so this way I wouldn't feel so exposed.

I fiddled with my phone, until I saw the teacher come in. He was a strange looking man, with strange sideburns and a strange tie. Some pencils rolled off of his desk, and I watched him pick them up off of the floor. I tried not to stare. More students began to fill up the classroom.

A few kids looked at me strangely. They knew I didn't belong in there. I continued staring at my phone. I opened up my photos app, and scrolled through my memories. My old friends, my old school, my old life. I sighed, wishing it could've been different. I then proceeded to open up a special photo album. It was filled with the most heavenly creature to ever live on Earth. There were all sorts of pictures, edits, and videos of him. My heart always skipped a beat when I looked at this album. It comforted my soul, and I fell even deeper in love.

He was a sensation to all preteen girls. There are many others like me, who desire him the way I do. His beautifully styled brown hair,
t-shirts, joggers, and printed vans drew me to him. But what was important, was his talent. His whip, his naenae, his dab, his selfies, his lip-syncing videos. They were everything to me and thousands of other girls. I am different than those girls, though. My dedication to his work was unbeatable to any other human. I strived to be with him. I wanted him. I needed him.

My life and soul are his.

I snapped back to reality when I heard the bell ring.

"Good morning, everyone. Let's get started." The teacher greeted the class.

I put my phone away, and paid attention.

"Well actually, before we start. I'd like to introduce you all to a new classmate. Go ahead and say some things about yourself."

I flinched. I didn't want to do this. I hesitantly stood up. But I was stop when the door flew open, and in rushed in someone.

"Hey sorry I'm la- oh, did I interrupt something?". I stared in absolute shock.

Could this actually be happening?

Is this real?

This "someone" I was looking at was the one of my dreams. He went to this school? Out of all of the possibilities, I ended up at the same school as him?

"That's a detention, young man. Please be on time tomorrow." Mr. Collins said.

"Yeah...of course. Sorry." He said. He stared at me for a moment, before rushing to his seat. I couldn't believe it. My mind was racing with these colorful thoughts when Mr. Collins asked me to continue.

"Oh...uh..." I could feel everyone's eyes burning through me, including his.

"My name is Savanna. Savanna Fike. I moved here from Oklahoma." I sat down, and I felt people looking at me funny.

"Change is rough, I know. But you'll like it here." Mr. Collins assured me. "So we're talking about the revolutionary war currently, I'll give you some notes to let you catch up."

I nodded. Everyone's heads turned their attention to the teacher, relieving me. But one pair of eyes continued to watch. It was him.

I looked back, and yet his stare didn't budge. His eyes said intrigue, and he unknowingly licked his lips. My legs felt like jello. I stared down at my notebook.

Jacob Sartorius was looking right at me.