CHAPTER ONE
I took my seat in the back of my U.S. History class. The worst period of the day. For me, at least. My teacher, Mr. Valentine, who absolutely hates me decided to place me in the very back with no one seated even remotely close to me. To make the class even worse, all we ever do is write notes about stuff that I will never really care about. The final bell rang and Mr. Valentine walked into the room. He must have seen my unhappy look because he glared at me before taking sitting at his desk.
"Today, we will be taking notes over the Battle of Antietam," he said," Get out a piece of paper and a pencil and copy them down. When you are finished, please do the worksheet that corresponds to this week's lesson."
And so my boredom began. I was about done with the notes when the school counselor walked in. I immediately noticed a very attractive boy walking behind him. The counselor turned to the class and introduced him," Students, this is your new classmate, Mr. Luke Hemmings. I hope that you will treat him with kindness and help him get around the school for a while."
I could not stop staring at Luke. He stood there in front of the class with a shy, somewhat scared look glued onto his face. After a few moments, the counselor left and Mr. Valentine stood to welcome him. I better get my notes done before Mr. Valentine decides to walk over here, I thought, so I went back to work.
"Miss Summers, would you please raise your hand, so our new student here can see you?" I heard Mr. Valentine say. He then turned to Luke as I raised my hand and said,"Your seat will be right next to Miss Summers back there, alright? I wish you the best of luck back there."
As Luke walked to his seat, I gave him a small, friendly smile, though I already knew that I didn't want to be just friends. A blush slowly spread across his face, until it was as red as a cherry. He gave an odd wave/salute back and turned around to get his stuff situated. I continued to look at him for a moment, then turned back to my half-written notes.
At the end of the class, I heard a soft voice. I couldn't place whose voice it was until I turned towards the source of the sound to see Luke, sitting and staring at me. Then, I realized that I had never heard him speak before - he had been too nervous walking into the class.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I asked if you had lunch next period. Cause, you know, I'm new and have no where to sit, and you seem nice enough to let me sit with you, so I was wondering if I could if we have the same lunch...," he rambled on, clearly nervous to be asking me.
I smiled to myself. I racked my brain trying to think of a good response. Of course, I wanted to sit with him - I mean who doesn't want to sit with a hot guy - yet I didn't want to come off as desperate or annoying in any way.
"Yeah. My lunch table is usually pretty crowded, but I'm positive there's a spot for you," I finally decided to say. He grinned at me and said," Great." It was then that the bell rang, and we headed off to the cafeteria.
