Romance In Fall

Chapter Two

The bell rang, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of lunch. Thankfully, the discussions and lectures the past two hours kept me occupied enough to keep me from thinking about the handsome boy from first period.

Carter.

To say that I was surprised that he talked to me was an understatement. I was astonished. I was flabbergasted. I was stunned.

It's been a while since someone-- other than the girls-- actually talked to me, let alone try to have a conversation with me. It felt weird but it also felt nice, it felt nice knowing that someone is willing to give some sort of effort in conversing with me, that someone is trying. It's a kind of positive feeling that I haven't been blessed to feel for some time now.

While in class, the girls and I agreed to meet up at my locker through text messages. I half expected to be caught using my phone in class, considering I wasn't even trying to hide it, but it's either my teacher was really into the topic to notice or she just didn't care. Whatever the reason was, I'm glad. I don't need to spend my lunch in detention.

Halfway through my journey to my locker, Nicole texted me that she'll go ahead and will just wait for us in the cafeteria. I told her it was fine and to get me fries and pizza which she agreed to do. I sent her a quick text thanking her before shoving my phone in my bag. That girl and food has a love-hate relationship, but it seem like they're in good terms today.

I waited for Megan and Jasmine to arrive when the sound of someone shutting their locker violently made me flinch and let out a sound of surprise. I whipped my head to the side where the sound came from and to my surprise Carter stood a few feet from me, his hand on his locker which I assumed he slammed.

He was already looking at me with an amused smile on his face, "Quite jumpy, aren't you Ms. Johnson?" His smile turned into a grin as he took in my stunned face.

I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him, "Is it really necessary for you to slam your locker?" I questioned, quite rudely.

"Well," He put his hands in his pockets, "yes and no. Yes, because I did it to get your attention which obviously worked." He smirked leaning against his locker. "No, because when is it necessary to slam your locker?"

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes at him, moving my head from side to side checking if Jasmine's close. Just then, I saw her jogging up to me.

"I'm really sorry I'm late and wasted fifteen minutes of your lunch, but I went to see Megan because she's in detention and I asked her if she wants anything from the cafeteria." She said, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

I took in her breathless form, taking note of her hair matted with sweat, sticking on the sides of her face. I offered her my handkerchief which her gladly took. I waited for her to fixed up a bit before questioning her.

"Why didn't you text me, then?" I pursed my lips, raising my brows a bit.

"My phone died." She smiled at me sheepishly, tapping her foot to a random beat.

Just as I was about to reply, someone cleared their throat, catching Jasmine and I's attention. "Hey, I'm Carter." He said smiling, extending his hand towards Jasmine for a handshake.

Was he there the whole time?

I thought that he would've been gone by now.

I took a glance Jasmine and scoffed, rolling my eyes at her flushed face, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly like a fish in a tank.

Carter, however, seems to be enjoying my friend's reaction, knowing fully well just how good looking he is. I nudged Jasmine on her side, snapping her out of her daydream.