Irreversible Love

Chapter 1

Chloe's P.O.V.

I don't know what I expected to happen that first horrible day after Christmas Break, but I definitely didn't expect the sea of exactly 3,416- now 3,417- students at Madison Lake High School to part for some unknown newbie. All eyes, all 6,832, of them were on him when he walked into school exactly 2 minutes and 46 seconds before the first bell rang. I mean, he was cute, but he wasn't that cute. He had a feeling of mystery floating about him, so that is something. He hadn't even been here for a whole minute and you could already hear the whispers..

'Is that Shawn Mendes?" "I heard this is his third school this year." "His dad's an alcoholic." "His mom walked out on him." " I hear he has a baby." "I heard he knocked a teacher out." "Didn't he just get out of juvy?"

I could clearly hear all these whispered messages and they were bothering ME, but he never even glanced up from his current slumped over position. I guess he's used to it if any of those things are true, but they still shouldn't do it.

As possibly named Shawn Mendes walked by me I did the polite thing and quietly said 'Hi' and he looked up at me for a split second and kind of smiled, I mean he didn't go full out pearly-whites and all, but a little turn up of one side of the lips, lop-sided smile, a little smirk, but none the less an almost smile. It made me smile too, because he just had one of those smirks. Afterwards he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and resumed looking at the floor.

Finally the bell rang and everyone went their separate ways and it was like the inside of an ant hill. I made my way off to room A112, where my best friend Jayme had probably already been sitting in for 10 minutes as always. I walked in and took my usual seat behind her before leaning over my desk and whispering in her ear, "You missed it!" I whisper-yell.

"Missed what?" She turned around with an annoyed look on her face, still holding her pencil, which I assumed, reasonably, was being used for extra credit work.

"There's a new guy!" I smiled, "He's kind of cute."

She shrugged, "I know, office aide, hello?" She turned back around to continue working on whatever complicated advanced class she was doing work for. This is the only class I have with her, it's Art.

"How could you not tell me?" I say slightly upset.

She doesn't look up and murmurs, "Didn't think it mattered."

"But-" just then the teacher walked in...

"Good Morning class!!" She smiled wayy too happily for this Monday morning at 7:20 AM. "Did everyone have a nice break?" Her question was followed by a series of grunts that couldn't be interpreted into words. "That's great!" She says, never skipping a beat.

Ms. Partridge was the newest teacher, also the youngest, at a unbelievable 23, and of course she was the 'hottest.' Given those factors it's not hard to guess why at least 80% of our class was boys, who got absolutely nothing done. Let's just say that they were all very focused on the teacher, but besides that it was a relatively fun class most of the time.

After that was math, and I refuse to bore you with the details of that 83 minute class, so after that I went to the wonderful class of Business & Economics for an hour before heading to 3rd lunch.

My Business & Economics class is right next to the lunch room, so I'm usually one of the first people there, but this time something was out of place. I turn and all the way in the back left corner is the possible 'Shawn Mendes' sitting by himself. He looks really lonely, but why would I just walk up to him and sit down, I would need a reason.... That's when Jayme walks in and walks over to me, "Hey Jayme, that's Shawn, go sit with him, he looks lonely." Jayme is one of the friendliest people I know. She's really really smart, but she's not one of those smart people that just makes conversations feel intimidating. She nods and goes to sit down with him.