The Day You Came.

(A/N The idea for this was brought to me by my good friend @fluffthecanary, we both worked really hard on this and hope you enjoy, update times will be varied, depending on how busy we both get etc, but other than that I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter, and this is the first book in a three book series.)

It was just a week before school started, and I was already nervous. Work had gotten worse, the spills are getting so frequent, and the dishes are stacking up. My boss keeps rushing me to get stuff done, but I can't get them done when he keeps yelling at me. I can't believe it's already freshman year, middle school went by so fast. Hopefully this year won't be as bad as all the others have. Living alone in the bad side of town has made everything harder. I'm scared to be at home without the lights on and the doors and windows locked. Paying rent is constantly getting harder when my pay keeps getting cut. Hopefully school will be a good distraction, although it will be harder without all the supplies I need.

... A week later ...

School started today, it was worse than I expected. I bombed all of my tests, I was so anxious I couldn't think. Anxiety will get the best of me. Walking through the halls was horrible, I could feel everyone judging me. I bumped into this guy, he was so tall, with kind eyes, a smile that would blind you, but his friends were the complete opposite. I was put in all the low classes, as if I needed them. I knew I was smart, I just couldn't handle the pressure, so I acted as though I needed this. The next day he was put in our class and he was seated next to me. His name is Luke, he has smooth jet black hair, warm brown eyes, and soft tan skin. He looked over at me and asked for help with a simple equation. I explained to him that the radius of a circle is r=d/2 while the diameter is the length across the circle. It was an easy equation but hard for me to explain since I'm so shy. He seemed surprised that I knew how to solve a problem we learned in 7th grade, seeing as we were in the lowest class possible. The bell rang and as I was about to leave he asked me to stay so he could ask me something. He asked me and I quote," If you're so smart why are you in the lowest class?" I looked at him puzzled, and stood there like a deer in headlights, my anxiety getting the best of me, not letting me speak. I ran down the hall, he couldn't catch up because the swarm of students blocked his path.

Avoiding him was hard because he tried to talk to me every day.

One day he decided it was enough. I walked into the supply room in the gym to get an extra basketball, when I turned around I saw he was blocking the doorway. I stood where I was, I didn't have the courage to try to get through. I asked him to move but he didn't budge, all he said was, "No, we need to talk." He took a few steps forward, and I took a few steps back until the wall wouldn't allow me to go any farther. He towered above me, so I had to look almost straight up to see his face. He looked down at me, "Why've you been avoiding me?" All I could do was stare at him, his perfect jawline, his skin tight shirt made it difficult to look at his face. I zoned out for a few minutes before realizing he was so close to me. He asked me again, closer this time, "Why've you been avoiding me?" I still couldn't answer I just looked up at him, just then the bell rang. I tried to run but he grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me back. He held me just in front of him, waiting for an answer. I realized he wasn't going to let me go until I had given him an answer, so I said, "Because... you're so popular, and when you talk to me I get so anxious. I just can't speak when you talk to me." I was so embarrassed about this whole situation; I feel so bad about it. He just looked at me for a minute, then chuckled, "I just needed help with my homework." He let go of my arm and walked away. After he walked away I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Tears rolled down my cheeks but I had no idea why. I started running through the hall to my locker, I ran into Luke and looked up at him with tears in my eyes. He asked me why I was crying but all I could do was continue running. I walked into class and remembered, my last class is with Luke. I slowly walked over starting to tear up. I couldn't do it, not today, not after what he said. I slowly sat down, not looking at him. Today we had partner assignments, I still couldn't talk to him, and I still had no idea why. He just looked over at me and handed me the paper, I did the problem in no time at all. I handed the paper back to him and he chuckled. I asked him what was wrong, he just looked at me and said, "You did the problem wrong." I looked at him in shock and I quickly explained how I was right. He just laughed and said "I know you're right, I just wanted you to talk to me." He just smiled at me and finished the worksheet. The bell rang and I gathered my stuff and walked out. Luke caught up to me and asked if he could walk me home since we live relatively close to each other. As we were walking I picked up my pace and walked in front of him. I could tell he was trying to catch up, when he finally did I was walking up my driveway. He ran and stopped me, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He chuckled and gave me a quick hug, then walked home. I just stood on my porch and watched him walk away. I walked into my house a couldn't help but let out a little squeal. I went to my room and laid there looking at the ceiling. My phone was ringing, I just missed the last call, 13 missed calls from my boss. Damn it I was late for work, my boss called again I told him I would be there soon, he told me not to bother showing up because I was fired. I dropped my phone and fell to the ground crying. I'm never going to find another job around here, and I don't have a car to get anywhere, I was lucky to have a phone. I didn't sleep that night, instead I cried. In the morning I had bags under my eyes and a bad attitude. Luke kept asking me what was wrong, I told him that I had a bad night.