Candy Floss ✅

Candy Floss (2)

Two

''Is this seat free?'' A tall guy with windswept blonde hair and dark blue eyes asked me, he looked like he had been running or walking at a very fast pace. Despite the fact that he was panting, the guy had managed to keep a smile on his face.

Recognizing him as Miles Ravenswood, I smiled back, picked my bag from the seat and left it for him to sit on. Miles had been in the same school with me for a few years now, I didn't know him too well but sometimes we would greet each other in the hallways. He was a nice person as much as I could figure out.

He dropped on the seat and took out the head phones that hung around his neck, putting them in the pocket of his leather jacket.

''I thought I was late.'' He muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

''You are late but fortunately for you Mrs. Becker is more late.'' I informed him, took out my stuff and leaned back on my chair. He grinned to himself and began opening his text book on the same chapter that we were studying.

''Why are you here anyways?'' I asked Miles,

''To learn some chemistry, '' he said and then added, ''I thought you were smarter than that Peyton.''

A chuckle escaped my lips, ''I meant that you weren't in this class.''

''We got some new kids so they adjusted some students; they told me that from now own I am getting Mrs. Becker for chemistry. Quite frustrating if you ask me.''

''It's not like you're asked to migrate to another country.'' I managed to say,

''That's correct but I preferred old man Bradley.'' Mr. Bradley was the oldest teacher the school had; he claimed to be teaching here since its foundation. I got him last year so I knew how great he was, despite being a little cranky at times. Though half of people in senior year hated him with passion...

''Mrs. Becker won't yell at you for sharpening your pencil in the middle of the lesson, that I can assure you.'' Miles laughed in response and brushed strands of blonde hairs out of his eyes. I noticed how cute he looked up close, in a cool type of way.

''Hey you should respect the elderly.'' He commented,

''Sure, grandpa.'' I replied, mock saluting him. We sat like that for more minutes and Mrs. Becker wasn't showing up. The class discipline was in shreds, no one except a handful kids were on their seats, they stood in groups talking obnoxiously; some were busy typing away on their phones.

I knew all of them but none were close to me. My actual friends Cassie and Roland weren't interested in sciences; they only had two classes with me, one of them being gym. Both of them sucked at it and envied my skills at being finely built. The thought made me grin.

''I didn't thought you would be a funny person Peyton Stewart.'' Miles voice interrupted me; I gave him a mused look.

''Just because I always have a i-didn't-get-last-night's-sleep look on my face, don't mean I can't joke.'' I retorted in a light mood. Life was not too easy for me. People did assume that just because I was dating Cameron Fletcher, managed to become captain of cheer-leading, got good grades and was one top of popularity ladder meant I had it all relaxed and easy.

My parents owned a bakery downtown; we weren't too loaded with money thus I had seen them working hard all my life. That's why I wanted to work hard on my studies as well and get scholarship for college. Since this was the final year I was giving it my all. Lately, cheerleading was becoming a major hindrance in my way.

Practices took too much time and our coach was too bitchy, she had made it official that she hate me and regretted giving me a top position. I was even considering of leaving it. I did it because I like it, I had no other obligations.