A/N: Video at the top/to the side is the trailer I made for Complexes!
Jenna's P.O.V:
Rolling over in bed, I groaned as I reached my hand out to hit the off button on my alarm. Is it really already 8:02AM? Crap. I was used to running late, it was in my nature - but my parents hated it.
I dragged myself over to my wardrobe once I convinced myself to finally get up. Searching through the rack of black, studded and ripped-up clothing, I frowned as I reached for my uniform. Who could blame me – it was the ugliest shades of yellow and green.
I stepped out of my pyjamas and into my un-appealing school dress, before adding a black hoodie as well as Converse. I slung my backpack on one shoulder and brushed my hair with my hands as I jogged downstairs.
"Off so soon? What about breakfast?" Mum called out from the dining room table, as Dad peered over his newspaper to raise an eyebrow at me.
"Sorry!" I replied quickly, out of breath from readying myself a little too quickly. The smell of bacon was encouraging, but I really had to leave if I wanted to save myself from getting a detention.
Classes were as boring as ever, and soon enough it was already lunch. Thankfully, this meant the day was almost over. I was spending my break walking through the corridor to put up some posters. I had printed them out at recess, advertising an upcoming Battle of the Bands event.
Turning a corner, I bumped into something or someone hard and the pile of posters fell from my hands, scattering around my feet. I'm no angel, but what have I possibly ever done to deserve the amount of embarrassment that occurs in my life?
Sighing, I crouched down and began to pick the pieces of purple paper up. Whoever pushed into me was slow to help, which annoyed me even more.
Ben's P.O.V:
Being new, I wasn't looking where I was going or paying full attention to it either. Before I knew it, I'd managed to push into someone. Looking down at a crouched blonde girl picking her papers up, I instantly did the same in attempt to help her.
"I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot" I apologised, picking some papers up – even though she was nearly done by the time I had realised what happened.
"And I'm Jenna. Don't worry about it" the blonde mumbled, neatly arranging the pile of papers in her hands.
Looking down at the papers in my hands, I realised they were posters which were advertising a Battle of the Bands type of concert, which looked pretty cool.
"Are you in a band?" I questioned the girl as I handed the papers over to her, before standing up.
"Oh, uh, well... No, I'm just putting these up for a friend. Well, I best get to it, right?" Jenna stammered, before she brushed past me and started to walk off.
"See you later?" I called out with a smile, turning to see Jenna as she continued to walk away.
"Perhaps" the blonde replied, without turning to see me again. I hope I didn't annoy her...
Jenna's P.O.V:
I have no idea why, but I couldn't stop thinking about the new guy, who I later found out was named Ben. He was just so different – even if I only spoke to him for a minute. He wanted to get to know me, while I couldn't get away sooner. Why was I being blunt?
I walked home in a somewhat sad mood, remembering my parents weren't ever going to let me go to Battle of the Bands in a heartbeat. However, that soon changed when I got home to see a note on the fridge.
