He is what I would define as perfect. He's got these long, attractive eyelashes, red kissable lips, perfectly chiseled nose, mesmerizing light brown eyes that I could stare at forever, and he smells so good.
Wow, I've never seen such human being close to perfection.
And I mean, TOO perfect.
"Hi." He said as he sat down next to me.
Wait, what?
I just looked at him and smiled.
He chuckles.
Damn, he sounds hot.
Ugh, focus Mia! It's your first day and you already think this new guy is hot. Restrain yourself! I tell my inner self.
"Good morning class! I see you've found a place to sit on. Well, remember these seats, for this is where you'll be sitting for the rest of the school year. Alright?" our professor said as she walked in. Her name is, Ms. Salvador, I think.
What? Don't blame me if I don't know her yet. I've been here in this school for only ten minutes. Literally, ten minutes.
"Okay class, I'm Ms. Salvador. I will be your Homeroom adviser. Now, for our first activity! I want you to look at your seatmates, and introduce yourself in a playful manner." She smiles.
Playful manner? You've got to be shit-
KIDDING me. You've got to be KIDDING ME.
The mesmerizing boy turns to look at me. I pretend there was something on my hair.
"Aren't you going to look at me and introduce yourself?" He asks.
Well, I've got to face him. It would be more embarrassing to just ignore him.
So I did.
"Um, hi." I turned to look at him. My heart is beating so fast and I felt like it's going to burst out of my chest any minute.
What the hell is happening to me?
"You're a bit shy, aren't you? Let me guess, you're a new girl."
Well duh, captain obvious.
He chuckles. Ugh, there goes that sweet sound again.
"Captain obvious?" He said, smiling.
Stupid! I said it out loud! Mia, what the hell?
"I'm sorry. Um, I'm Mia." I try to smile and held out my hand for him to shake.
He just looks at my hand and says, "I won't accept your introduction."
I looked at him, confused.
"Ms. Salvador said to introduce ourselves in a 'playful' manner." He winked.
Holy mother of sweet potatoes, did this guy just wink at me? WINK?
I have never been so flustered by a guy who winks before. Well honestly because this is THE first (and maybe the only) boy to only wink at me.
I felt woozy all of a sudden.
Why does this guy have such a big effect on me?
"But, um... Well, uh..." I stammered.
He laughs.
"I'm kidding! My, my. You're cute." He smiles.
I looked down at my shoes and blushed deep red.
"I'm Luke. Luke Vasco."
I turned to look at him and smiled.
"Hi, Luke. It's nice to meet you." I formally said as I held out my hand. AGAIN.
He chuckles and took it. The moment our hands touch, I don't know if he felt it but I felt... sparks? I don't know what it is but it made me feel connected to him.
I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR LITERALLY MINUTES AND I AM OFF SPROUTING WEIRD CONNECTIONS WITH SOME GUY. Thank you, Wattpad. This seems like straight out of a novel.
How weird.
"You're warm." He smiles.
"Thank you." I chuckle.
"No problem." He smiles and looks away.
Suddenly, Ms. Salvador said that introduction time was done. So the next part of the activity was to introduce ourselves to the rest of the class.
I was nicknamed as the 'New Girl'. This nickname is going to stick for a while, I'm sure. Until the next new girl comes along.
This school is so different. Normally, on the first period, the teacher introduces the new student in class. But no, in here, I had to introduce myself. This is probably to make the student independent and confident. Hmm, probably.
I looked around the room and I saw Luke, laughing along with a bunch of boys, and some girls looking at him admiringly.
Why are they looking at Luke like that? I think with disgust.
Wow, what is really wrong with me? Why am I suddenly irritated with the way those girls were looking at him? It's not like were anything close to a relationship. I just met him. Were just friends.
Huh. Friends.
Why does that word suddenly makes me feel a pang on my chest and makes me feel like I wanted more than that?
I mean, really, we could never be more than friends, right?
But I got a feeling that the answer was nowhere near the question.
Turns out, I was just too close to see the picture that was forming on the puzzle.
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Second Chances
Teen Fiction"and if I left him, it'll be like losing half of me, or to be more accurate, I would lose me." "he's long gone, you know that right?" "he'll come back. we'll always find our way back." Or would we?
