I Love Him and I Don't Know Why

Chapter 1

Ugh. School. I hate going to school especially waking up early. As I lay there in bed trying not to go back to sleep, I began thinking about him.

His name is Clayton Martin. He's a football player and he's very funny. He's also just the sweetest person ever.

With blue eyes you could get lost in, short blonde hair you just want to touch, and his built figure. He was built because of football and you could tell.

His arms were big. Call me crazy but every time I saw his big arms, I just wish his arms were around me.

He had a short little beard growing on his jawline and a bit down his neck.

And the best part is, that I sit next him in class, although he always gets distracted by his best friend Chris, whom happens to sit across from him.

I finally dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. Once I was done I grabbed my backpack, skipped breakfast, and ran out the door to catch the bus.

The bus ride was so boring, but then again what else would I expect. Its the bus.

When the bus got to my school, I got off and noticed Clayton was outside under the pavilion. That's strange. He never comes outside, he's always in the library.

I brushed it off and walked over to my friends.

"Hey girl!" Savannah said girly.
"Sup bro." I said. She smiled at me.

"Hey friend." Vanessa said.

"Hey Vanessa. Wanna go get breakfast?" I asked her.

"Food!!!!! Leggo" she said excited.

She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me inside. I looked behind me and accidentally made eye contact with Clayton.

We stared for what seemed like an hour until I had to break eye contact because Vanessa jerked me inside.

After we got out breakfast and ate, we went back outside. It was cold outside. Like 30° cold.

Once we were outside, Vanessa began complaining about how cold it was.

"You know its cold when your fat friend's cold." She said randomly. I laughed at her comment.

Although Vanessa was plump, I loved her. She was nice, funny, and could always make you smile. She had brownish blonde hair.

We began walking back to the group, when I hear a familiar voice call me.

"Hai rich person!" It was my best friend Juan and Savannah's boyfriend as well. We always joke like that. I call him poor and he calls me rich.

"Hey poor person!" I said back.

Juan is nice as well, has a very great sense of humor and black hair that you could pull and he wouldn't care depending on who you are. I pull it all the time and he doesn't stop me.

"What's up girly?" I asked him.

"Nothing. What's up with you bro?" He asked me.

"Nothing much." Our conversation didn't last long because soon the bell rang, which means class starts now.

Ugh. Let's just get it over with.