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Chapter One

"Romeo and Juliet," The English teacher stated," Is one of Shakespeare' best works. In my opinion, I completely dislike it, but we have to teach it anyways," She walked back and forth in front of the powerpoint. I tried to pay attention, but the tragic tale of star-crossed lovers just isn't my thing. I was more of a... A Midsummer Night's Dream person.

"Miles!" The teacher said and snapped me out of my daze.

"Repeat the question,"I unconsciously replied.

I heard snickering from around the room and realized that She never asked a question. 

"Pay more attention, Miles. There is no need to daze out, or you'll be pulled during lunch to hear the lesson again,"She glared at me and then returned to the conversation about the play.

I sighed and tuned into the conversation at least until the bell rung. I gladly got up and quickly walked out before the teacher could call my name. I stopped at my locker to get my lunch and a book. I sighed and headed to the schools large cafeteria. I sat down next to some friends and opened my book. A smile tugged on my face as my friends ravaged my lunch and groaned about how overly healthy I was. I shrugged and glanced up from my book grinning at them.

"So, Miles. How have you been?" My best friend, Chris, asked me.

"Fine,"I replied sill nose deep in my book. 

"Are you still a hopeless romantic?" They smirked

I rolled my eyes and punched their arm, satisfied with the noise of pain they made. I went back to reading my book until I got up to throw away the tables trash that they never threw out before leaving. The trash mostly consisted of half filled milk and fruit cups. I made a face as I trotted to the trash cans. Not paying attention, I ran into someone, knocking the milk and fruit cups onto someone's shirt and the floor.

"Shit! I'm so sorry,"I said and winced at the curse I used.

I kept my head down as i backed up, waiting for the yelling to start, but instead, a pair of hands lifted my face up to look at the person. I adverted my eyes until my curiosity got the best of me. God this is like some rom com I thought as I stared face to face with the schools most famous stud, Kyle Black. The best thing was that he was bisexual...and here he was, holding my face staring at me, no wait, glaring. Oh, that can't be good. I blushed and took another step back.

"You ruined my shirt," He stated nonchalantly.

"Oh uh, yeah. Sorry about that," I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my neck.

"Buy me a new one," Kyle demanded casually.

"What? Dude no. Just wash it," I made a face of confusion as he raised an eyebrow.

"Fine then,"He shrugged and took his shirt off, putting on a jacket that was tied around his waist on and zipping it up. I stared at him completely red.

"Dude...You're in the cafeteria," I said confounded. 

He threw the shirt at me and shrugged as I caught it."Wash it,"

"Woah, I am not your...are you wearing Calvin Klein?" I asked and looked up, but Kyle had walked away,"Rude. I was speaking," I grumbled and sighed. Guess I have to wash this. I walked to my locker and shoved it in there along with my lunch box.

I walked to my next class. Three more hours Miles, three more.