Female p.o.v
First day of school. Ugh I just hope there is nobody in here to distract me. I'm here to get my paks done and then be done with highschool. No time for fooling around. I gaze across the classroom to try and find any familiar classmates I look over 4 seats to my left ans I see abi one of my friends from last year and all the way in the back I see lynsey and Angelo I wave and get myself settled into my desk. Mrs. C hasn't gotten around to handing out paks yet so I pull out a book and begin reading.
All of the sudden somebody arrives late. "Sorry woke up late" a male voice says "It's okay just find your seat." Said mrs. C he nodded and found his seat right next to the door.i continue to gaze at him, he looks about 6 foot and he is wearing vans, skinny jeans, a polo and a grey beanie. His hair looks like 2008 flippy emo hair you know the style where you just want to run your fingers through. Yeah that one. He looks handsome... WAIT! That's not what your here for. I tell myself as I then pickup where i left off on my book.
After 3 minutes of reading I place my book down and turn my spine to pop my back and I see him facing the back of the classroom staring at me. I raise my left eyebrow at him and he laughs. We both then smile. He nods his head as to say "how was your summer?" I then roll my eyes to the back of my head "boring/same old same old" I say with my eyes. He then laughs again and I nod "how about you?" And he gives me the same reply. Mrs. C then walks in and we both face our desks again.
My heart then begins to race and my palms get sweaty. Holy crap. I fell in love on the first day of school!! Great job there kiddo you broke a goal. Well who knows he could be a fuckboy. Then I broke half of a goal. Meh works for me.
I get my paks and begun working but no matter what I did I still couldn't keep my mind off of him. I then begin sketching to try to attempt to get some work done. I start off the same way I always do. I draw a circle then attach a jaw and from there add everything else. Once I am nearly done (by that I mean all is done but hair) I begin to sketch the hair. My wrist flicks the Bic machancial pencil to soft black wavy hair. It took me a few moments but after that I had realized. I DREW HIM. Omg what is going on with me. Do I need to go to an insane asylum or something? No? Okay then maybe music will help. I turn on Spotify and it plays 'nothing else matters by Metallica' I then shrug and turn it off.
This is hopeless. I'm stuck with this guy in my head and I don't even know his name.
(A/N: hey guys sorry to cut this chapter so short but I promise I will make the next chapter more than 2000 words.)
