Zion Kuwonu

Chapter Five

Sammy's P.O.V

"Hello" I wave my hand across Veronica's face to get her attention.

She bolted up, "What? Oh, sorry."

"Ok, we'll pack up, class ends in like 5 minutes."

"Oh dang. Already?"

"Uh, yeah.? What were doing the whole time?"

"I dozed off. Stop attacking me."

"Ok just hurry up, I wanna get out of this freaking class."

"Alright." We both pack up and the bell rings.

I sigh in relief. Finally I was out of that class. I could not stand the strong ass smell of weed. It's the freaking first day of school. He's tripping.

-skip to lunch-

We were in line to get our food and I see Zion. I gasp and look away.

"Stop fangirling"

"I am not"

"You freak out every time you see him, or when someone says his name."

"Ok. And?"

"That's called fangirling."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and look to see Zion again. He sees me. Oh my god. He smiles at me as if I was his friend. What if we are. No. That cant be. We barely talked. But what if he thinks that. No, he probably doesn't. I feel my face get red. Dear lord, why am I always nervous about the thought of him. Jesus.

"What do you see him anyways?"

"Uh, is that even a question? Every thing. To be honest, I don't know how your not attracted to him. He's really really really hot."

"Ok, ew."

"Whachu mean ew? He is. Actually I'm not gonna lie, that fact that he smokes is kinda hot too."

"Honey, it's just a phase. You'll get over him."

"And what make you think that?"

"It's high school. Plus after the years over you'll might not even see him again. Like ever."

"You're probably right, and that's why, Imma enjoy it while it lasts."

"Oh god."

We sit down and eat our food. I am not excited for the last period. Cause that's the other class I have with Zion. I'm not ready.

Our schedule is kinda weird here. We have 8 periods in all, but we go to 4 of them a day. So today we had 1st 3rd 5th then lunch, and 7th. So tomorrow I have the even classes.

"Ready for 7th period?"

"Sure." I say sarcastically.

"It won't be that bad."

"You're not even in that class."

"Just calm down. And don't forget how to breathe."

"I'll try."

We finish our food and the bell rings, we grab our stuff and part ways.

"Good luck." She says

"Imma need it."

I walk to the class room and say hi to the teacher.

"Hi Henry."

"Hello Samantha."

"Sammy"

"Ok ok, well just remember were not on the field. It's coach, or Mr. Davis."

I laugh. He's the best teacher. He was my soccer coach for a few years. He's pretty chill, but you really don't want to get on his bad side.