A Far Out Chick (Greg Brady x Reader)

Chapter 1- A New Beginning

     Wow, you thought, looking up at the giant school in front of you. Westdale High School, home of the Bears! You sighed, slightly nervous about your first year of high school. You'd just moved to California a month ago, and you hadn't really met anyone during the rest of your summer break. Being at a new school, and in a new state was VERY scary. You held on tight to your Freshman French book and walked through the doors. Immediately, you were struck by the overwhelmingness of all the teenagers in the main hallway. You slipped through groups of jocks, nerds, and preppy girls. You felt out of place here- back at your old school, everyone was quite friendly and there was no cliques. Guess I'll have to get used to this, you thought with a slight frown. As you made your way down the crowded hall trying to find your locker, a foot stuck out and you of course did the one thing every girl dreads doing- you tripped...right into the arms of a lanky, curly haired boy. He had the most beautiful blue eyes and a pretty dumb expression on his face.
     "Are you alright?" he asked, helping you up and handing you your books. You could feel yourself start to blush as the preppy girl who tripped you scoffed and walked away.
     "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for falling on you and all," you say, pushing a strand of hair of your face. You wish there was something more casual you could've said to charm the boy, but the right words never seemed to come to you in these situations.
     "Do you need help finding your class? You looked a bit lost," he says, smiling sheepishly.
     "That would be far out! I'm y/n," you say, smiling back at him. This day had turned from bad to groovy so fast.
     "I'm Greg," he says, walking along next to you. "Where'd you move from?" he asks, looking at your schedule. "We have French together!" he says with the same awkward smile.
     "Oh, good!" you exclaim, following him around a corner. "I moved here from North Dakota."
     "That's neat! Anyways, here's your class. I guess I'll see you in French," he motions to the door to your right. You nod and wave goodbye to him and enter your classroom. You couldn't stop thinking about him all day. Just when you thought your day couldn't get any better, French came around.
     "Hey, Greg," you say, walking towards his desk. "Do you mind if I sit here?" you ask, pointing to the desk next to him.
     "Not at all! How's your first day been?" he asks, taking out a pencil.
     "It's been pretty far-out." Better since I met you, you thought.
     Your teacher starts rambling on in French, but all you can focus on is Greg. This was going to be a great year.