Camila Anderson is a quiet seventeen year old who keeps to herself and her best friends, Kyla Evans and Allison White.
Her life is thrown upside down when her childhood best friend confesses his love for her. She had never dreamed of this happening...
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Friday.
I ignored the pair of eyes watching me and tried to concentrate on the statistic problems that Ms. Grey had instructed us to do. I was extremely annoyed when I saw that he was in my Economics class.
Ugh, which idiot said statistics comes under Economics?
Today Economics was my first class and considering the fact that I was not a morning person, Eco being first did not help. Usually for the first week of school, the first class was different everyday. Weird, I know. After that, we had the same timetable everyday and we no longer had study hall. It wasn't like students actually studied.
"Psst!"
I looked to my right to see Kyla trying to peep into my work.
This girl.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a folded piece of paper. Curiously, I leaned against my backrest opened it to find something written inside. It said, 'Please, we need to talk.' I crushed the paper in my hand and looked behind at him, an annoyed expression on my face. His eyes focused on the crushed paper in my hand and he sighed. I looked away.
What does he think of himself?
As soon as the bell rang, I hurriedly packed my bag, grabbed Kyla's hand and rushed out of class. I had no intention of being in the same room as him any longer than I had to. Kyla kept her mouth shut and didn't ask any questions, thankfully. We walked to Psychology and then I remembered that we had to submit our first partner assignment. It was lame actually, just a couple of sentences describing our partner based on what we learnt the previous day. I couldn't even see Trystan anywhere.
Five minutes into class, Trystan strolled in to class, looking as cool as a cucumber. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Wilson." He wore dark blue jeans and a white button down with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
Mr. Wilson just sighed. "Oh I'm used to it, Walker."
Trystan sat down on the seat next to me and Kyla winked at me from the other side. I glared at her. The rest of the class went smoothly except for Trystan trying to make me laugh by drawing these weird versions of the Marvel characters in his notebook. Thor's and Bruce's were the funniest. I'm sure Mr. Wilson noticed it but didn't say anything.
After school let out, I headed straight to the music room. I thought I was the first one, but to my surprise Dylan was already there, tuning his guitar. He looked so good today. He was wearing a Nirvana shirt and black jeans.
I could stare at him all day.
He suddenly looked up, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh hey, didn't notice you come in."
"Uh, hi." I turned around to hide the slight blush that I knew was forming on my cheeks.
Oh well, I could just say it was too cold outside.
