Strangers, Friends and All the In Between

Chapter 2

I stand in my final class of the day. The class had ended about a minute ago, everyone having already left, leaving me alone in the room by myself. I finish packing my items up from the class and procuring my backpack, securing it on my left shoulder, not caring to lift up the strap onto my right shoulder.

"I've been waiting for you," I hear a familiar female voice say behind me with a flirtatious tone. I spin around to see the piercingly beautiful green eyes staring directly into my blue ones, not even a foot away. A blush creeps onto my face. She seems to take notice to it as she raises a hand to my cheek. "What's wrong, my love?" 'My love? Where did that come from?'

Sam takes my backpack from my shoulder and places it on the floor next to me. She takes me by the hand and pulls me away from the desk I was leaning against. Once I was far enough from the desk, she pushes me against the wall, trapping me there. I have no clue what my face is showing, but I'm shocked so I'm sure it's showing. A smirk creeps slowly upon her face. She leans her face closer to mine, closing her eyes and-

I jolt awake, slightly out of breath. What was that dream? God, that's so odd. I don't think I've ever dreamt of anyone like that before. This is the weirdest feeling in the world. No one else has inflicted these emotions from me. Like, I love people like Ryan, but it's like platonic and I've never felt anything stronger than that. Here I am dreaming about some chick, that I met only yesterday, kissing me and calling me "my love." What the hell?

I check the time on my alarm clock that's right next to my bed. It's 9:05, meaning I have about an hour before I have to be at school. Yes, I don't have to be to school until 10:00, but I'm a senior and have opted out of a lot of my classes. I might as well start getting ready even though it doesn't take me that long to get ready. I am definitely not going to be able to fall back asleep. Not after that weird as hell dream. The weirdest part is that it felt so real.

I stand from my bed, my grey covers falling off of my legs, revealing me in only my black boxers. I stretch as soon as I'm sure I won't fall over. I walk over to my dresser, opening a drawer to procure a band shirt and flannel. I reach below the middle drawer after closing it, opening the one underneath and grabbing a pair of black skinny jeans. I walk out of my room and head into the washroom to get showered.

I step out of the washroom, completely showered, dressed and almost ready to leave. I walk back into my bedroom and search to locate where I've left my phone. I move the covers and find the missing article I was looking for. I press the lock button, the screen lighting up. The time says 9:15. I pick my backpack up from its place on the floor and sling it over my shoulder. I walk down the steps into the kitchen, placing my backpack down quietly and beginning to pack lunch for the day.

Once I've finished packing my lunch, I walk out the front door, closing it behind me and locking it. I take the key out of the lock, wrapping the lanyard around one of my belt loops before walking over to my motorcycle. It's a black beauty that isn't too loud, but still has that gorgeous roar of the engine that sounded as I drove it. I turned it on and headed to the school, parking in my usual spot right in front of the back door.

I step off my bike, removing my helmet only to be met with some girl in my face. "Hey Aaron," she says in an overly flirtatious voice.

"Sup Mallory," I respond in my casual, nonchalant voice. A blush grows on her cheeks.

"Well, a friend of mine is throwing a party tonight and well...I was wondering if you wanted to come?" she informs me. I think for a moment as I begin to strap my helmet to the back of my seat.

"Could I bring a friend?" I answer her question with one of my own.

"Uh, yeah. I think that'd be okay. So, will I see you there?"