Scratch that.

Once upon a time.. Woah woah woah. What the hell? This isn't a fairy tale! Okay let's try this again:

So they have been Best friends and inseparable from preschool all the way up until the 7th grade. They have sworn never to date each other in order to keep their friendship. But slowly they started to drift apart. And now they are here in the 11th grade as strangers.

William is the star quarter back, and all around popular guy. Athletic, smart, funny, good looking, with his dirty blonde hair, grey/blue eyes,muscular, so yeah pretty much what every girl dreams of. Girls swoon over him, but he doesn't date. And Ivy is on the swim team and president of Art club, envied for her beauty and talents. And she's funny and has a little bit of a smart mouth... She doesn't have many friends cause she just gets the work done and goes without trying to really talk. So how does she meet up with this boy again? And do they get back together like the best friends they were?? Well here's the story:

Ivy's POV:

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* "Ivy, wake up. Your alarm has been going off for 15 minutes straight. Get up." My mom shouts from down stairs.

Ugh I hate mornings. I get up taking my sweet time. Its 6:30 so I have about an hour to get ready. Thats good since it's the first day of 11th grade. Thank god. After this year, I have 1 more year left and I am out of that hell hole.

I take my shower, blow dry my long brown hair, curl the hair, put on eyeliner mascara and blush so i don't look like a zombie. Throw on my new outfit I bought, which is dark blue ripped skinny jeans, a navy tank top and a small black jacket plus some necklaces.

Might as well look good for the first few days. And I view my self in the mirror.

"Hmm looking good Ivy! Maybe today you will find the love of your life, get married and have kids! Just kidding, we can go looking for cats later!" I laugh to myself and then begin brushing my teeth.

"Ivy. Were you just talking to yourself?" Keegan smirks. He's my 15 year old brother, and he's an annoying little shit, but I love him! Sorta..

"Mayyfee." I mumble with toothpaste foam in my mouth. And I spit and rinse. "Ready for your sophomore year?" I ask seeing if he's nervous.

"Ehh I guess.." He brushes off. "I mean its not gonna change much."

"Touché. Well hurry up and go down, moms probably waiting for us to eat. I just need to grab my books and art supplies and I'll meet you down." I say as I walk out of our bathroom and in to my room. Grab my bag and knock some stuff off my desk. Great.

As I'm picking it all up I find a picture from 7th grade. It's me and William playing on the old tire swing outside of his house. I look at it for a short while and smile. Then I place it on my night stand.

Good memories. But that's exactly what it is. Memories, which I do miss William a lot, but he's probably forgotten all about me. Oh well, it's a new year, maybe I should try to make some friends.

"Bye mom!" I yell and Keegan and I are out the door.

We arrive in the school parking lot about 7:45. He goes his separate ways and I go mine. I have already gotten my schedule in the mail, so I don't have to go to the wretched office. Thank gosh. Mrs. Lawson, the secretary, talks 90 to nothing, and will keep you there forever. The other secretary,Ms. Barker, is a grumpy old lady who glares at you till you get out. So a win for me!

1st hour: Chemistry/ Mr.Hays

2nd hour: English 3/ Mrs. Langston

3rd hour: Personal finance/ Ms. Barns

4th hour: U.S history/ Mr. Dunkin

5th hour: A.R/ Mrs. Smith

6th hour: Pre-calculus/ Mr. Talbot

7th hour: Art 4/ Mrs. Prince

Well not too bad. Could be worse I guess. Well off to class...

The first three hours are a bore. Heard it a million times, rules, directions, arrangements. So now back to my locker. As I am at it, I can't seem to get it open. It must be jammed. So Im pulling on it, and pulling, and bam it flies open! Yay it's open! But I just hit someone with the door really hard in the face. Well great way to make friends right!?

"Damn it. This is a new locker." I joke and then I realize his nose is bleeding. Badly.

And its William. Well shit. My new locker neighbor and I already broke his face. Isn't it my lucky day?? I should buy a lottery ticket. Not.

"Shit!" William winces in pain.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry! It uhh.. Well see the locker.. And I tried.. Yeah well, let me take you to the nurse." I panic. So I guide him all the way across campus and wait i the nurses office with him..

Awkward. It's very very awkward. We finally got his nose to stop bleeding so were just sitting in the chairs waiting for the nurse to get done with a freshman with bad asthma. Must have been nervous, poor kid.

"William, I'm really sorry for breaking your face." I say awkwardly

"Well you sure haven't changed much." He laughs lightly causing him to wince.

"Thanks, I guess?" I laugh slowly becoming less awkward but not by much.

"And I thought I would make it home today in good shape. Nope beaten by a girl." He laughs again. Man I have missed talking to him.

"Just had to show everyone to not mess with me or I will break their nose too." I say while pounding my fist in my palm. We both just laugh.

"Mr. James, I can see you now." And he gets up and walks into her office. I sit there waiting for the inspection to end because I need to receive my note since I'm late to class. And he finally comes out after 10 minutes.

"Well?" I question, worried its broken. Please don't be.

"We are good, not broken. Just bruised, a little sensitive so I have to be careful in football, or I could break it." He says calmly.

"Well damn. Obviously I didn't hit you hard enough. Maybe next time." I joke "well I should probably go to class since this whole school thing, is important and stuff." I say and we both laugh.

"What class you have next?" He say curiously.

"Mr. Dunkin U.S history... You?" I ask. Hoping he will have the same. Wait no I don't, we used to be best friends. We're not anymore, it's not just going to magically happen.

"I have Trigonometry with Mrs. Bailey across the hall from him, I'll go with you." He states plainly as if we talk to each other often.

"Scratch that..." He stops. He's up to something.

"How about we just skip the rest this hour" And smiles deviously. Great. Now what do I do?

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Authors note:

Yeah I'm a little new to this, and it's my first story so yeah.. I might not be as good as others but hey, I'm trying!

~juleswithnorules ;)