Fourteen

Chapter 1

Hola! Thank you for choosing to read my book. It will sound cliche at first but it gets intense later on. Just a slight warning that there is going to be a few curses throughtout the book so please ignore them. It's just to get a mood into the book. 

Enjoy the first chapter. It's not very long so sorry about that. Make sure to VOTE and COMMENT on if I should keep writing.

Here is the chapter. 

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Being late on the first day of 8th grade was not my intention; especially since I made sure to sleep extra early last night, planned out the perfect outfit and also found time to make myself breakfast when I rarely ate in the morning at home. My usual breakfast was a bagel that was sold in the breakfast cart only a block away from the school. I’ve been getting my breakfast from there all 6th and 7th grades long that I wouldn’t be surprised if Diego knew my name. Yup, I knew his name since his amazing bagels were very popular in my school.

But Diego’s bagels weren’t my problem here. The problem was that the stupid G Train took almost a full hour to come leaving only 10 minutes until class started when I finally got on the train.

That explains why I am running into the huge school building and almost forgetting to look at the chart in the hallway which tells you what class you have. See, my school has a weird routine. Every first day of school, there is a chart in the main hallway and the cafeteria telling you which class you have and then you have to follow your class around for the whole day. Then on the second day, they hand out your schedule. How fucked up is that? Not much I guess since the school finds it pretty normal.

I had science first, excellent. The subject I suck balls in is my first class, a great way to ruin the start of the day. Oh wait; it was already ruined when the damn train took a full damn hour to drag its way to my station. NYC transit sucks, that’s all I have to say.

The third floor was deserted as I expected. I shifted my bag on my shoulder, cursing the train out all over again since I didn’t know my advisor and what lock was mine.

Dealing with the fact that I had to carry around this heavy ass bag, I got myself a late pass and walked to the science classroom. I knocked on the door twice and waited for someone to open it.

And to my luck, Kyle Stone, my crush of 3 years today opened the door. The grin that spread on his tanned face made my heart speed up. He looked better than before summer break. The outcome of him being in the Florida sun all summer was hot. Totally hot and I couldn’t help but want to just fist the Pokémon shirt he had on and kiss him right then and there. But I wanted to share my first kiss with him after he admits he likes me and not in the doorway of a classroom where if we get caught, detention will poke me in the ass.

“Mr. Stone, it would be kind if you let Ms. Roberts actually enter the classroom and not drool at each other like Romeo and Juliet,” I heard the teacher, Ms. Ballard state clearly annoyed making me blush bright red.

Kyle let me enter and as I expected, everyone was already looking towards me. Kyle sat back down in his seat next to some girl who looked new, making me frown.

I sat down in an available seat which was next to Gemma, one of my close friends. She moved her bag that was on the seat and gave me a smile telling me, she was saving that seat for me. I returned the smile and sat down, sighing in the process.

“Iddy, I thought you transferred schools at the last minute!” She exclaimed quietly trying not to draw any attention to ourselves. Hearing my nickname once again made me smile. My parents never call me Iddy because they think nicknames are childish and immature.

I shook my head while chuckling lightly. “Nah, even though I want to leave this hell hole, I doubt my parents will let me,” I replied.

We started whispering about our summers. Gemma went to Paris over the summer and was trying to mimic the French accents making me laugh.

“Ingrid and Gemma, if you both can’t handle taking a diagnostic in silence then I don’t think you would mind adding a first day of school detention onto your plans,” Ms. Ballard announced. We shook our heads and I watched as Gemma went back to the test that was sin front of her.

I raised my hands when I didn’t spot a test in front of me. Ms. Ballard nodded my way giving me permission to talk.

“I don’t have a test,” I stated.

“Damian is bringing more copies,” She simply responded going back to whatever she was doing behind her desk.

I raised my eyebrows and whispered to Gemma, “New student?”

A grin broke onto her face. “An intern actually; He’s supposed to be Ms. Ballard’s assistant for 3 days a week,” She explained.

“How old is he?”

“17, he’s a freshman in NYU and he’s so freaking hot!” She gushed making me roll my eyes playfully.

“You say that about every guy,” I playfully teased.

“Wait until you see him.”

Just as those words came out of her mouth, the door to the classroom opened and a figure came in.

“Shit,” I cursed as my wide eyes ranked up and down his tall and muscular body that was covered with dark skinny jeans hanging low on his hips, ‘The Beatles’ t-shirt that hugged his chest giving a slight hint of the abs under the thin material. His thick dark brown was tousled and lazily pushed up revealing his soft colored face; his crystal blue eyes were hidden under his long thick eyelashes as he stared at the stack of papers in his hands. His perfectly formed lips created an adorable pout and I think I just had a mental image of me kissing him.

Fuck, what have I gotten into?