Just a Competition

Chapter One

        Journalism, it was definetly one of Jamelyn's favorite classes to take, starting off the day with the best, plus it was an elective which gave her more to fill up her extra ciricular activities for her college applications. Of course she was already studying the applications. Someone who expected to get into such a high ranked school would have to work hard at it for a while, unless they got lucky that is.

     She had a fair amount of friends in the class but none of them exactly spoke to one another. They mostly studied the historical importance of journalism in America. Or wrote sections for the school paper. The school paper was barely hanging on. Though still existed despite the fact that not many people chose to read it. It was something to fill her free time. Jamelyn hated having any free time, she felt it was a waste of time, and time was so valuble these days. You only have a limited amount of it, and you can't buy or earn more.

     She was typing something into one of the lab computers when the bell rang signaling the class dismissal. Their teacher hardly ever spoke to them either, almost alike a college professor in that way. So therefore they were free to leave whenever they got their stuff gathered and cleaned up their area along with exiting off of whatever they were working on. Sliding her books and binder into her arms, she pushed her chair in and made her way out of the room, following after the others waiting to get out.

Making her way to calculus, she remembered what the principal had said. Competition. A boy. Hayden. Perhaps he would be in this class with her, or she could only hope. Then she would have time to figure him out, maybe get a conversation out of him. She needed to evaluate how tough this competition truly would be.

Once she got to room 207, she made her way to her usual seat near the front of the classroom, taking time to do a scan of the room looking for anyone out of place or new. After the bell rang, she realized he must not have this class. He wouldn't be late would he? She turned back around to face the front of the classroom, pulling her math textbook out as instructed.

        After calculus, Jamelyn took her usual route to lunch, stopping by her locker on the way to pull out her lunchbag. She always seemed to at least be able to persuade her mother to buy her a new vera bradley lunchbag every year although she wouldn't go for the backpacks. But she would get what she could get.

        After hearing the click of her locker signaling it was properly closed, she went to turn around and begin making her way to the picnic tables outside when she bumped into someone. Blinking a couple times, she realized it was a male, and he looked a bit frustrated if not confused, but he seemed to be distracted and didn't
even notice her or that she had
bumped into him. And it didn't take her long to realize he looked quite dashing. The way his deep brown hair fell almost into his eyes but had the windswept look. His skin was pale but not pale enough to be considered ghostly. His lips were on the plump side and his eyelashes were longer than most girls. She was almost mesmerized for a moment.

        Taking a peak of the paper he had gripped for life in his hands, she noticed it was a schedule. It had all of the room numbers on it as well and he seemed to be trying to figure one of them out, but it was lunch, didn't he need to eat? She hadn't gotten a peak at his name so she wouldn't be able to address him.

        "Need a little help?" she questioned, her voice ringing over the hallway buzz. It was odd how he had paused once he knocked into her but still didn't notice her. He was definetly deep in thought. "I would think I know my way around here pretty well."

     He looked up to her just a little after she spoke, giving her a quirked smile. "Oh yeah, I can't seem to figure out where the AP chemistry classroom is."
It must be what he had next. His voice was deep although it cracked somewhere along his sentence. Something in her chest clenched when their eyes met, and she wondered if he had felt it too before shaking her head. She didn't have time for boys.