WHICH ONE~ Daniel And The MacKenzie siblings (OC)

CHAPPY 2~

I have nothing to say.... Welp on with the story!

Song: Capsize by frenship and Emily warren.

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JESSA'S P.O.V.

I stare at the school uniform infront of me. I was already dreading what the day was going to bring. It would be interesting to find out if the boy across the street went to the same school though.

I slowly take the uniform off the hanger. I look out the window to make sure he's not there. I didn't see him.

I pulled my shirt over my head and begin to change into the uniform.

DANIEL'S P.O.V. {ooh shunap u no wut dis means}

I run a hand through my green hair as I stepped out of the shower and dry it off. I then wrapped a towel around my waist as I trudged out of the bathroom and into my room.

{Hue hue hue}

I changed into my boxers and pulled on my pants when I realized that my curtains were open. I look out my window and see Jessa...

In her room...

Changing...

With no shirt on...

I felt something warm trickle down my lip. I grabbed like, forty tissues and pressed them against my nose while pinching the bridge of my nose.

I could only imagine how red my face is right now. It's probably so red that you can't even tell that there's blood. God why does she have to have this effect on me. We've never even met in person!

Wait...

I look back out my window, my tissues ready. There she sat, brushing her hair, wearing a phoenix drop high uniform. I nearly choked on my own tongue.

We're going to the same school...

I'm going to die.

~le time skep~

I sat in the back of homeroom, waiting for class to start. My heart skipped a beat as Ein walked in, shooting me an evil grin. I shrank back into my uniform.

A moment later, the door opened again and a face I remember all too well popped in.

Jessa.

She slipped in and stood at the teacher's desk and gave her name, explaining that she was new. Irene she had a beautiful accent.

I watched as she turned away from the teacher and scanned the class for a spot to sit. The only empty spots were on either side of me.

Well, poo.

She gave me a warm smile as she sat down, dropping her bag to her feet with a big thud.

I tried to avoid eye contact with her, so I waited until she looked back at Mr. Sanchez before looking at her again.

I mentally noted the few freckles that dusted her cheeks, the faint blonde streaks in her hair, and the piercing silver color of her eyes.

She kept darting her eyes my way, and each time I had to look down, it only made me want to see her again more.

I was dying at the fact that she was sitting right next to me, and I didn't even have the courage to introduce myself.

I sat there, frustrated with myself even after the bell rang. I didn't process the fact that it had gone until I heard that accent again.