Who are you Jill Smith?

Chapter 1

It was extremely annoying the way she would look at him all the time.

"Justin, what are you looking at?" Finn asked me. We were waiting for our bus to arrive. And as we were, Finn had been oblivious to the girl that had been staring at him. She was only a few feet away from us and I couldn't help but label her as a complete stalker. It started a couple of days ago, she goes to the same school as we do but she probably wasn't in the same year. She had big round glasses, thin long hair and I also came to notice how she always wore that worn out navy blue sweater. 

"Nothing." I told him. There was split second when I thought I would finally mention her to him. Actually, I've always wanted to, but always end up not. I don't know why but I never found the nerve to tell him. It was bothering to say the least, but I did find Finn's constant stupidity quite amusing.

"Well, we should probably get going. The bus is leaving."

I didn't realize that the bus had already arrived. I took one last glance at the girl before stepping inside the bus.

When we got in, I found myself waiting for the girl to get in the bus herself. When she did, she immediately looked at the back seats, knowing exactly where Finn and I were sitting. She took a second looking at Finn before sitting at the front, her usual spot. I curled my face in disgust with how weird I find her.

"Hey Finn, do you know that chick?" I finally asked. The urge to talk about her had finally taken over me.

"Who?"

"Her." I nudged my head to her direction. 

"Which one?"

"That one with the nerdy blue sweater, glasses and long red skirt." I clarified.

"Ah." He then took a second. "Don't know. Why? You interested in her?"

"No." I answered defensively, though I don't actually know why.

"Well, I think I've seen her before." He said as he continued to look at her. "I think she's in the 9th grade."

The thought that she's a 9th grader and Finn and I are in the 10th grade somehow pressed me. I know it shouldn't bother me--I know a lot of 9th graders and 10th graders who got together but somehow my response felt unnerved in some way.

"She looks weird." I said more to myself than to Finn.

"Well yeah, maybe." He said. "But I think she's nice."

I raised a brow. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, I could be wrong, but I think she was the one who returned my wallet when I dropped it yesterday." A smile forming on his face. "She has a cute face."

"Cute face?"

"Yeah, baby-faced." He says matter of factly. "Big hazel green eyes and everything. She was all shy about it too, but I guess all 9th graders are with 10th graders."

I shook my head. I didn't want to agree with the subject. Personally, she seems too weird to be considered cute in my opinion.

"Whatever." I said as I rested my elbow on my arm rest. I found myself looking at her before moving my eyes towards the window and wander on my own thoughts.

When we arrived at school the first thing we had to hear were the voices of the cheerleaders; some of them were already facing our way and gave us the biggest smiles you could imagine. They started waving at us, motioning us to come to them.

"They're calling you." Finn grinned, objectively teasing me.

"Let's go in at back." 

"You don't want to go to the main entrance?" Finn teased more, yet continued to follow behind me.