Falling For Mr. Popular

Chelsea's POV:

First day back in school, except a senior. And let me tell you, the first five minutes I've been in here for is complete and utter hell.

First, some freshman bumped into me and made me spill my coffee on my shirt - which he nervously said sorry for and I kindly said that he's forgiven because come on, being a freshman that bumped into a freaking senior is some freaky shit, even thought you may have bumped into some scrawny girl that can't even make a fist.

Second, the liquid from the coffee that had been spilt on me earlier is sticking onto me like glue; which is not a nice feeling. Unless, you like having sticky and wet clothes cling onto you, then that's cool.

Third, I can't find my best friend, Katie, I mean, in times like this I can't even find a trace of her. And when, I don't exactly need her she's always here; annoying the hell out of me. Don't get the wrong idea, I love her, but sometimes she gets a tad bit too much.

Just then, I saw a familiar wavy brown hair of a certain girl called Katie Matthews. Katie was in England for the Summer, visiting her grandparents, so, I was pretty much stuck at home reblogging stuff on Tumblr - which I don't mind since I normally liked to be inside anyways - and I never bothered trying to go out and make a couple of friends because I'm a socially awkward potato.

Even, if I did try I'm ninety-nine percent sure I would make a bigger fool out of myself than that accident last year that involved Abbie Rose when she ripped her P.E shorts during dodge ball because of the small fit.

I found her throwing books in her locker, which was right next to mine. That's the reason why we even started talking three years ago. When I couldn't open my locker and she helped me to pry it open. Ah, the good old days.

She was wearing a pair of red wedges, black skinny jeans and a leopard print top. Despite the fact that she's in the ladies soccer club and gymnastics - which might give you of an idea that she's a tomboy but trust me, she is no where near being a tomboy - she had always worn some really stylish stuff. Compared to my t-shirt - with Guns 'N' Roses logo on it - demin skinny jeans and white converse. So, when she saw my coffee covered top, she immediately freaked out.

''Oh my gosh, Chelsea look at your top!'' she yelled in a hushed tone.

''Gee, not even a single hello or I missed you.'' I replied sarcastically whilst rolling my eyes.

''Sorry, but what happened to your top?'' she asked.

''Some freshman bumped into me earlier and accidentally dumped my coffee on my shirt, but it's not really a big deal.'' I shrugged. ''But, by any chance, would you have a spare shirt somewhere in your bag?'' I asked. We're the same size clothes so there wasn't any chance of it being too small or too big.

As I stood there awkwardly as she rummaged through her bag looking for a decent enough shirt, I met a gaze of a certain boy by the name of Spencer Harris. I gave him an emotionless look before I tore my gaze away from him, and put my attention onto the tiled floor.

It might not seem like it but I'm freaking out in the inside.

I mean, if you ever had eye contact with a boy for more than a second you would practically melt, well that is if you were me. And plus if the boy was as hot as Spencer. Spencer was the most popular boy in school or so people like to think. I don't see him anything else than a normal boy - well a super hot normal boy to be exact - who can play basketball like it was second nature.

Spencer has a brother named Jake - which I could proudly say that they are equally as hot but I kind of think Spencer has the upper hand, just saying - but as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by my own hormonal thoughts, Jake is the complete opposite of Spencer. Jake is pretty much the bad ass of the school and doesn't give a fuck for anyone really. Excuse my French. But it's true and quite sad. He doesn't even talk to anyone but he manages to 'score'. If you know what I mean. Maybe it's because of his good looks or his very lickable abbs. But people say he does that eye thing where he looks into your eyes and can persuade you to do anything. Maybe he's a vampire or something.

''Aha!'' Katie exclaimed as she held up a light purple flowy shirt.

''Thanks Katie. You are a lifesaver.'' I thanked wholeheartedly.

I rushed over to the girls bathroom at the end of the hall and locked myself in one of the stalls. I threw my shirt over the stall so it was hanging on top of one of the walls surrounding the cubicle. I slipped through the hole of the shirt and the shirt hanged of one of my shoulder and the rest was just very flowy and her comfortable.

Just then the tardy bell rang, as soon as I stepped out of the cubicle.

I'm gonna get my very first Detention because some freshman spilt my coffee on my shirt.

Great.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Sup! :) Comment on what you think of the very first chapter! :) I know, I know its not very good but I tried my best, I really did!

Chelsea to the side >>>>>

Until the next chapter bye!! :)

Just_Being_Happy

🔷🔶🔷🔶

Snapchat: justbeinghappyy (yes 2 y's)

Ask.fm: GirlWhoWritesButCant