Petals In The Wind - a Myles Parrish story

5 Years Earlier

Walking down the hallway, I tried my best not to look like a freshman. My sister told me that if you look lost on the first day then they automatically know you're a freshman. Although I had been to the school before, during freshman orientation, I still got lost in the crowd of unfamiliar faces.

"This whole blending in thing is so not working" I whispered to myself. Monte High was 3 stories tall and each floor was literally just a huge circle. That's why I didn't understand why I couldn't find my class. I had walked around each floor at least five times and no luck . Ugh.

I tried pretending to text someone so I didn't look lost but in all honesty, I didn't have anyone to text and I was, very much so, lost. I pushed up my glasses and took a sip of my caramel frappe from Starbucks. It was my favorite and slightly calmed my nerves. Suddenly that process was interrupted. Before I could look up, my frappe was dripping down my "LA Raised" graphic tee shirt and my glasses were on the ground.

"ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME?!" I wasn't sure who I was screaming at since I could barely see without my glasses but I knew someone had pushed me.

"Oh shit! Aye I'm sorry." The voice was deep but not too deep. I could see the blurry outline of a guy, white possibly, tall, or at least taller than me. Aggravated over my wet shirt, wasted frappe and lack of vision, I rolled my eyes. "Yeah okay, can someone get my glasses I can't see." Complying to my wish, the offender handed me my glasses from the floor. The were dirty so I attempted to wipe them off with my shirt. Only then did I remember it was soaked with coffee and reeked of caramel.

"Shiiiiiiiit. Way to start off my day." I moaned and blew a puff of air, causing my bangs to fly out of my face momentarily before landing back on my forehead. "Here, gimme." The guy took the glasses away from me and returned them moments later, clean. Putting them on, I was finally able to see this mystery guy.

He was much taller than me, which isn't saying much since I was only 5'2. His brown eyes had a certain sparkle to them which made me nervous for some reason. His face was twisted with concern as he ran his hands through his hair. "Better?" He sounded nervous, as if he was scared that I'd hate him forever. It made me smile, how genuine he was. "Yeah, thanks." Satisfied with helping as much as he could, he let out a "see you around" and caught up with his friends.

I was still left smelling like coffee but I chose to put that behind me and focus on my cute heroic stranger. I didn't even get his name but I was counting on the 'see you around. '

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I finally found my first class, World History II, before the bell rang. I automatically searched the room for the seat in the back corner and rushed there quickly. I was the kind of girl that preferred blending into the background rather than being out in the open. I hated attention and I hate people so being alone worked for me.

I searched in my bag for my perfume that I somehow had known I would need, and sprayed it over my shirt. It helped the smell but the stain was still there as a reminder of my wasted coffee. Rolling my eyes, I bent down and grabbed my light brown, curly hair, leaving my straightened bangs to lie on my forehead, and put it in something that looked like a giant puff ball. When I looked up a realized I had someone sitting next to me that wasn't there before.

"Laura?" I whispered excitedly. She turned around and there she was, my BestFriend. She had done something new with her hair and her pale skin had gotten much tanner from spending the summer in Cancun. "Omg, Mira! I've missed you so much!" I hugged her and looked her over once more. "So my little Latina, I love your hair, digging the ombré. How was Mexico?" We began our usual rants about boys, beaches and how much more fun it would've been with eachother.

The students started to fill in the classroom as the warning bell rung. I paid no attention as the teacher came to the front of the classroom and students took their seats. I was glad he wasn't the type of teacher to give assigned seats because the only person I knew in class was Laura.

"Okay class, hello, I'm Mr. Matthews and you all have assigned seats. It will be assigned by last name in alphabetical order so, everyone grab your things and move to the front of the class and wait to be seated."

Nevermind.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bag and migrated, along with the rest of the class, to the front of the room. The year was already off to a bad start since my last name started with a P and Laura's started with a G.

"Parks, Parrish, Penn..."

That was me. Mirlana Parks, also know as Mira. Letting out a puff of air, I dragged my feet to my new seat and plopped my things down on the floor beside me. I took a pencil out of my pocket and began to satisfy my habit of tapping my pencil on my desk. Unexpectedly, the pencil flew out of my hand and hit the person beside me.

Shit.

I slowly turned, preparing my apology but then stopped as soon as I saw who exactly I was apologizing to.

Mystery guy.

"Uhm. Hi. I'm... I'm sorry."

He looked about as surprised as I was.

"Oh uhm, it's cool. Payback I guess." He let out a nervous laugh and handed me back my pencil. "I'm Myles by the way."

I smiled up at him. "Mira."