Goodnight, My Love

Uhm, Intro, I guess

Ugh.

School.

Me no school.

Urghh.

Why do I gotta friggin go to school?

Okay, okay, don't wanna be late on the first day back.

First day back after Christmas. Sigh.

"Mergahhhh," I groan.

Fifteen short minutes later, I emerge from my bedroom in a pair of jeans, my favorite Ed Sheeran hoody, and the best combat boots you've ever put on your feet.

I shuffle down the stairs quietly. No need in waking anybody up. I walk into the kitchen and grab a awesomenerawesomness strawberry pop tart. I throw my keys and iPhone into my hoody pocket and tear open my pop tart on the way out the door.

Nom nom nom nom. Pop tart. I like strawberries.

And then, an hour later I'm sitting in friggin Wellness listening to Mr. Tate drone. "The human body is a complex matter. It is made of tons of multiplex bla bla bla bla bla..."

My eyes shift to the door when it is pushed open.

Okay, let me get this straight. I came here today in combat boots. This morning, all I did was brush my hair. No make-up. No morning phone calls to my "peeps". No gossip. And very, very little friends. So, a guy hasn't been interested in me since I was six. And that kid had glasses, freckles, and straight A's.

But when this guy walked in the door, I started drooling. That's how hot he was. "I'm sorry I'm late. Caught up in traffic," the beautiful angle mutters shyly. The school's counselor rushes into the room. "Everhayboday, dis right here is Jahacob Andherwes. He isa new hear, so everhayboday be nice," she says in that weird voice of hers. Then she rushes out of the room, off to the next class she has to "intoroduca". "Alright, you can sit in that seat in the back," Mr. Tate says politely.

Oh crap. The only seat left is behind me. Before he walks over, I take in his profile. He has this dark, amazing, brown hair, and eyes that like sparkle. He has-

OH MY HOLY SKITTLES. HE HAS A PARACHUTE SHIRT ON!

And his iPhone was tucked into his pocket with his ear phones running in through his shirt. Guess what was last playing.

Give Me Love, by the one and only Ed Sheeran.

Holy skittles. Holy skittles. Holy skittles.

He shuffles over and settles into the seat behind me. "Kassandra, explain the school and lessons and things to him."

Urgh. This is why Mr. Tate isn't my favorite teacher.

I slowly turn around with a blush on my face, and Mr. Tate starts to talk again. "Uhm so...you're.." I try.

"Call me Jake. And you're Kassandra?" he says and I wince. My name was always to long for my liking.

"Well yeah but...you can call me anything but that," I say and he chuckles. I smile and look over the schedule on his desk. We have almost all of our classes together. I pick up a pen and scoot his schedule over to me. I'm about to draw when I consider that he may not want some girl doodling on his paper. I look up at him and he's smiling and nods for me to go on. So, I take then pen and draw K's by all his classes with me, and right small descriptions for all his teachers. Couple minutes later, and his schedule is pretty cool looking.

"You have a lot of classes with me, so I could help you there if you wanted..." I say pointing to the K's. "Keep on Ms. Cassy's good side. And Mrs. Crystal basically gives a free period, but there are different notes on the board each day. Study those."

He smiles politely. I slowly return the smile before turning around in my seat.

Five minutes later, I'm sitting there thinking about the greek God behind me, when I am shot.

I'm literally freaking out when I realize it was just a piece of paper. Jake is dieing of muffled laughter behind me. What do I do now? I've never passed notes before! I take three, deep, steady, breaths before slowly opening the note.

In beautiful hand writing he has written,

Hey Kass, thanks for all your help. It means a lot. It'd be great if you could help me around school and stuff today. I don't really wanna get lost lol. I can make it all up to you if you'd accompany me at lunch later?

HOLY SKITTLES.

He wants me to eat lunch with him.

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Heyy. :) Give me some feedback. This story will sound more like a diary, or each person telling there bit of the story. Love you all almost as much as Kassandra loves pop tarts and skittles ;).

Shout out to TheMourner who made me my epic cover. ;) Go check her and her story out.

Be epic like strawberries.

~BackwoodsGirl