Inflorescent Adolescents

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

High school is supposed to be some rite of passage. It's more like the place where innocence and ignorance go to die. Thoughts of Barbies and monsters trucks are replaced with animalistic instincts driven by testosterone or estrogen. Of course, the transition phase was middle school for most. Not me. I spent my time reading mediocre books that never fully satisfied my craving for the perfect novel. Not to cheesy but not depressing. Melodramatic characters annoy me, yet without the drama and suspense a book is bland and dry. That is what high school is, or at least what teens try to make it, a teen fiction book. They succeed at being melodramatic, but they can't get the ending. The guy doesn't change for the girl, and they don't live happily ever after. Monica learned the hard way.

So on my first day of high school, I walk through the halls, mentally rolling my eyes and shaking my head. The day instantly brightens as I spot my best friend in first period, Miles. He is my polar opposite and only friend. He gestures for me to sit next to him, at the back.

"Miles, you know I always sit in the front"

"I also know you'll make an exception, for me," he smirks.

"Only for you," I sigh in defeat.

"Ooo guy in the corner is checking you out, Alli"

I turn to see who and it is the most breath taking boy in the world. He isn't even a boy. He's a man with his height having to be at least 6'3". Dark Hispanic eyes pierce my blue ones and I blush at the contact. I'm way out of this guys league with my average 5'6" height and strawberry blonde hair. My curves aren't exactly busty either. I notice a piece of paper on my desk.

"You a freshman?"

Gathering my confidence, I walk over to his desk to answer him.

"Yes, how'd you know?" Sarcasm evident in my voice, "what about you?"

"Sophomore"

"Well sophomore, any reason for your inquiry?"

"Wow, you got guts for a freshman"

"It's called lack of caring about others opinions"

"I like it. Your eyes are unlike most blue eyes, they have a deepness that goes beyond color"

"Some call it intelligence"

"Feisty"

"Most say I'm blunt, but whatever floats your boat," this conversation was confusing me more and more by the second.

"So, want me to show you to your next class? After all, you may have the upper hand in intelligence, but I got a year on you, so I'm wiser." The thought of walking with this gorgeous human being creates instant butterflies in my stomach. Huh, never felt that before. "Sure why not. After you, Sensei".