F.R.I.E.N.D.S...?

Chapter 1) Pilot

F.R.I.E.N.D.S...?

6 am.

That's the time that every high schooler must get up. When I get up.

In the morning, it's the same deal; get up, brush hair and teeth, eat and leave for school. It's the same schedule every day, 9 months a year.

After I do my routine, I drive myself to school in my little, white, 2009 Prius, the car that I have had since I was 16, when my mom gave it to me for my birthday, after I got my license.

As I made my way towards the school, I call my friend Ash on Bluetooth.

"Hey Alex!"

"Hey Ash, got any news?"

"Sorry man, I don't have anything else to tell you. It's the same as last time."

"It's alright, I'll see you at school dude."

"Kay girl see you later."

"Okay, bye!"

I hung up with a sigh and remember 8th grade.

----FLASHBACK----

I walk through the doors and make my way to my spot. I see a boy with brown and blonde hair looking at me and sitting in my seat.

I stare at him, he stares at me, and I walk up to him.

"Can you move you are in my seat," I say.

He tilts his head to the side and starts to chuckle. I was confused.

"Why doesn't a pretty girl like you, go sit over there?" He said, whilst pointing at a table with the popular girls.

"I'm good, I like MY seat, right here, where your sitting," I say with a scowl.

He shrugs and gets up.

"Alright. Suit yourself. I'll just find my way around this school by myself." He started to leave.

I reach out and grab his arm. He looks at me, and I say, "I can help you get around, but don't sit in my seat."

He gives me a smile and I help him around.

-2 years later-

Jackson sat across from me, staring at me, while I ignored him. I felt a small kick from under the table. I look at him and he smirks, while I glare at him and go back to work.

After class, he pulls me aside and whispers in my ear.

"Thanks A," and he pecks my cheek.

He goes away, and I just stand there with a stupid look on my face that says, "What the hell just happened?"

----FLASHBACK ENDED----

Ever since then, he has been keeping his distance using football.

This year, though, I joined the band again, being the only woman in the trumpet section.

Anyway...

I arrived at school and made my way to my first period class, English.

I found my seat, and put my stuff down, sitting in my seat and staring at nothing.

I wait for the teachers' instructions for the day, whilst drawing my friend Adrien and his dream boy. Adrien is bi, meaning he likes both women and men equally.

I was drawing until the bell, which rang with a loud *bling*.

I put my sketch book away and I listen to the teacher.