You're Driving Me Wild

Chapter 1

Pic is of Kian

I woke up on a Thursday morning at 7 a.m. My alarm woke me up from a really good dream about Andy Biersack and I cuddling. I smacked it off the adjacent nightstand, and as a result, it hit the floor and turned off.

"Ugh," I grumbled as I slowly got out of bed. After making up my bed the best of my ability, I began my morning routine. It consisted of taking a shower and washing my hair. Then, I brushed my teeth and turned on Tag, You're It by Melanie Martinez. I love her so much. Finally, I got dressed in a red and white striped shirt, a black hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black high tops.

After getting dressed, I had some Reese's Puffs and milk. The first bowl was good, so I ended up having three more. I have a high metabolism, which results to me being really skinny. It's a blessing and a curse.

"Kian!" I heard my mom call from upstairs.

"Yeah?!"

"If you want me to take you to school, I can!"

"It's fine!" I called as I headed to the front door, "I can drive!"

"Are you sure?!" Oh, my God.

"Yes!" And with that, I grabbed my backpack and headed to school.

***

I arrived at school and went directly to my locker. As I was getting my books, I hear a loud, high-pitched scream coming from behind me. Oh no. Not this again.

"KIAN!" my best friend, Aunica (AH-ni-kuh), shouted as she tried to tackle me. Why was I surprised? She does that every effing day!

"Hey, Aunica," I replied, "I have to head to first hour." She hated the class I was in, which is English, so we separated. The first bell rang, which meant we had five minutes to get to our first class. I walked to the second floor to my class.

"Good morning, Kian," my teacher, Ms. Mahoney, said with a smile.

"Hello," I replied as I walked into the classroom. I never knew why Mrs. Mahoney liked me so much. I think it's because I'm one of the only students she has that actually does work and doesn't talk a lot. That's probably why I'm not so popular. I think this is why she's a saint to me.

A few minutes later as I was finishing work for my other classes, other students started coming into the room. Including my bully, London von Maur. I hate him with a passion because he is such a tool. Usually when he's late he doesn't bother me. Unfortunately, London came sooner than expected and slammed all his stuff in the seat behind me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes when he started poking me in the back of the head.

"Morning, Gay Boy," he said. He antagonizes me with homophobic comments every day.

"LONDON!" Ms. Mahoney yelled from the doorway, "You're bothering Kian AND not doing the bellwork that has been on the board for twenty minutes! Goodbye!"

London swore under his breath, grabbed his stuff and went down to the office. Once London was gone, Ms. Mahoney began teaching. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. She answered it and the most beautiful piece of heaven walked into the room. He had short light brown hair and was wearing baby blue shorts and a black shirt.

"Good morning!" Ms. Mahoney greeted, "You're Tristan Holmes, right?"

"Um, yeah," he said quietly.

"Welcome to English 11. You can have a seat near.... Kian. There's an empty seat behind him. Kian, please raise your hand so Tristan knows where to sit at." I stopped drooling over him and came back to reality. I awkwardly raise my hand as he came and finessed London's seat. I had basically traded London the Tool with this beautiful guy. No way! Best class ever! I just wish every day could be this good.

My mind hit the brakes when I heard a soft, but cute voice from behind me say, "Hey. I'm Tristan."

"Hi, I'm Kian."