INSOMNIAC // H.S

Chapter 1

Sierra's POV

"Grayson," I breathed out, "We're finally seniors." I smiled eagerly at him.

I've been waiting my whole life to be a senior. A whole new level of respect. Oh, there I go again reminiscing about the utter disaster it was to be in middle school and worst of all, the beginning of high school. I cringe at the thought but this is my final year of school, and me and Grayson will finally be out of here.

"I know right? Thank god, those dickheads are gone," He replied, laughing in relief. He pulled a wide smile at me and I did in return. 

We came through the front doors of the school and they were wide open, almost as if it was swallowing us whole. 8:30am. I've got my first class with Grayson in five minutes and we better get there in time. 

"Sierra, our class starts in five, come on, let's go!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." I replied, walking quickly across the hall. 

How odd, we don't get strange looks from people anymore, I think I could get used to that, definitely. We looked at the doors of the several class rooms. 

"7A...7B... Ah! 7C," I swung the door open and there stood, in front of us, was a middle aged woman with rectangular glasses pushed up on the bridge of her nose. 

"Miss Campbell and Mr Styles, please take your seat," She pointed out at the remaining chairs scattered around the classroom. 

"Excuse me Miss, I'm not Mr Styles..." Grayson stated awkwardly, looking at her sort out papers. She directed attention at him looking up.

"Pardon me Mr..." She dragged on looking at the sheet held in front of her. "Mr Fowler," He nodded quickly and took the empty seat behind me. Slugging of his bag, he dumped it on the floor and played with his pen.

"Sierra, do you have ballet practice today?" Grayson asked from behind in a quiet voice, whilst our new teacher wrote today's assignment on the board.

"Yeah, I do. Are you going to pick me up?" I asked. He stuck his thumb up onto my shoulder and I could see it from the corner of my eye. I only smiled and chuckled.

"Okay class, I am Ms Hover. H-O-V-E-R." She bluntly said. 

Well, I guess she thinks her class is a pack of idiots. She began to explain our task clearly and in walks a boy from the back door of the class. His boots heavily collided with the floor, skinny jeans were tucked under them. Ms Hover turned her back around facing the class but her eyes were directed right at him. 

"Mr Styles, finally. Half an hour late, no note, no excuse,"

The tall boy only rolled his eyes and walked to the seat nearest to the window and pulled out a book and a pen. Her eyes became sharp and annoyance was smeared onto her eyebrows. She frustratingly turned her back to the class once again, resuming her writing. Once she did, he smiled. 

"H-O-E-V-E-R," He chuckled under his breath. I rolled my eyes at his vulgar language, but she is pretty stuck up.

It's a math lesson and I like it. Where else it seems like Miss Hover keeps passing by Styles' desk and constantly yelling at him. He doesn't react but only just constantly rolls his eyes. I hope they fall out. Maybe not.

"Miss Campbell, do me a favor and assist Mr Styles," Ms Hover called. I was in shock. Well to work with someone like him, maybe a struggle seeing a qualified teacher just back out like that. 

"Um, okay. Yeah," I hesitantly stood up and pulled my chair towards his desk. All Ms Hover did was gesture her hand at his work and left. So helpful. "Uh, Hi. My name's Sierra," He smiled for what seemed like half a second with emotionless eyes.