Skylar's Pov
"Hey girls." A guy with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes came to our table and sat down beside Nic.
We looked at each other and just stared at him. And he just looked at the both of us.
"So...I'm Carter Field. And that guy over there is my pal Blake Mitchell." He pointed to a table not far from ours with someone with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Okay?" I said, unsure of what to say.
"I'm Nicole. Nic for short." Nic smiled and brought out her hand and I swear I saw her eyes lit up when he shook her hand.
Ooh, someone has a crush.
"Skylar Grey. Sky for short." I said.
Carter left the table briefly and came back with the guy sitting on the table a while ago.
"Ummm...hi?" He awkwardly waved his hand.
"Hi." I said.
Carter sat down beside Nic and he sat down beside me since it was the only available spot left.
Carter and Nic talked to each other like they've known each other for forever.
I turned to look at him and saw that he was already looking at me. "Ummm..." I looked down at my sandwich. "This sandwich tastes good."
He looked at me for a while and laughed. I also laughed for a bit. Then when we calmed down, he said, "Really?" Then he leans forward.
Omg! Is he going to kiss me?!
I quickly closed my eyes and waited for the kiss to come. But it never did. And for some reason I was feeling disappointed.
I fluttered my eyes open and saw that he was looking at me again, his face inches away from mine. He chuckled and then took a bite of my sandwich.
"That's not funny." I pouted.
"Oh I think it is." He said and began to laugh again. I rolled my eyes but a smile was starting to form in my mouth.
We kept talking until the bell rang. I walked with Blake because we had the same class after lunch.
History. Yay.
We sat down beside each other also. I just feel so attached to this guy that it scares me so much. I don't want to feel what I felt before when that happened.
"Ok class." The teacher cut me out of my thoughts.
"Let's start discussing about World War II. And..." He looked directly at me. "I don't care if you're new. Call me Mr. John or whatever you want to call me."
So he began discussing and discussing and discussing and discussing until...
"Ok, so now, I'll pair you guys up for an activity. Basically, write an essay with a minimum of two pages about what you learned. As easy as that. And your partners have already been decided. So the pairs are..." And it kept going.
"Sam and new kid,
And Blake and Sasha."
And a girl, who I assume is Sasha, squealed. Mr. John looked up from his notebook and laughed.
"Just kidding. Blake and the new kid, Sam and Sasha. Class dismissed." He walked out of the classroom still laughing a bit.
Sasha stomped her foot, glared at me, and left the classroom angry.
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