Touch me, love me

Meeting you

After that awkward scenario last night, I took some melatonin and went right to bed. Plus today's my first day at the new school anyway.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP"
My alarm clock wakes me up. 6:00. I feel so irritated today. I don't want to meet new people. Slowly lifting myself up and off of my bed, I yawn as I walk to my bathroom. My hair was such a mess. Slowly stripping down to just bare skin, I grab two towels from the bathroom counter. I got in the shower with goosebumps covering my whole body as the warm water hit me. Then I remembered the boy yesterday. Who was he? Does he go to my school? If I see him is he gonna recognize me? Oh god please no.
He looks way older anyways. Like enna. He doesn't look 15.
About five minutes later I dry up, brush my teeth while brushing through my wet hair and get dressed. Applying a little bit of mascara and eyeliner, I feel disgusted with myself. I grab my loose black t shirt and some ripped blue skinny jeans with my plain belt. I grab red vans right outside the bathroom, and walk passed enna who is still sleeping and downstairs.
"Hey mom"
I say putting a piece of toast in the toaster. "Hey sweetie. Are you exited?"
Am I exited. Am I exited? Of course not!
"Um I guess. "
I say looking down at my shoes.
"You don't sound very enthusiastic mila."
Mom says in a concerned tone while placing a hand on my wet hair, caressing the back of my head.
" mom you know how I hate meeting new people. And I begged you for online schooling, and you still haven't told me why not"
I say turning around to grab the Nutella from the fridge.
"Honey? As a single parent I have to be at work all day. And your parents are required to be with you while your working mila. I thought you knew that."
" that sucks."
I say taking in a breath.
" I know sweety. But you can do it. I know you have the strength mil."
She says kissing my forehead while walking towards the door.
"I gotta get to work. Oh can you do me a favor and tell your sister to get up? She has to go to school too."
She says slipping her shoes on and opening the door.
"Yup."
I say with a sigh as my toast pops up. " alright thank you sweetie. Love you"
She says, closing the door. I spread the Nutella across my bread and take in a Bite.
Walking past the stairs I yell,
"ENNA FUCKING GET UP"
Just because I thought it was funny.
"I AM UP YOU FUCKER"
Our relationship was priceless. I grab my backpack and walk outside, finishing my toast. My bus should be here any minute. Ah look. It's down the street. This is when my major anxiety disorder kicks in. I feel like I'm gonna puke. I can't get on the bus, with people I don't know. Oh god no. Maybe the driver won't notice me? No no no. The bus is getting closer and I can't stop shaking. My god I really need to get stronger medication. Once the bus comes to a complete stop I from of me, the bus driver slowly opens the door. It's like walking onto a space ship with a bunch of aliens.
"Your the new kid, right"
The bus driver says while looking down at some papers.
"Uh, yeah."
I say, feeling uneasy. I take the first seat in front, away from everyone. But right before I take my spot, I see that boy. Staring at me. The boy from the house next door. Oh my god he recognizes me. This is the worst day ever. Your probably wondering, 'you and enna are both in high school, why isn't she on the bus? '
Well, she drives herself. And she's a bitch about it too. She won't give me a ride, because she doesn't like wasting gas money. I know. It doesn't make sense. She's kinda dumb.

We need to hurry up and get to school. Because I am super uncomfortable.
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Once we arrived, I quickly walked of the bus and into the building. I got my locker number, combo and classes at the front desk and made my way down the hall to my locker. My face was burning red, as people stared at me wondering who I am.
Then when I thought things couldn't get any worse, BAM.
I accidentally ran into someone not knowing who yet, dropping all my books. OH MY GOD. I HATE IT ALREADY.
" oh my god, I'm so sorry"
A low male voice stutters towards me, making me shiver.
"N-No I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going"
I say, oober nervous. God, I'm so duuumb.
"We both go down to pick up my books, when our hands accidentally touch. And it shocked me. He shocked me!
"Ouch!"
I yelp and drop me books. Looking up at him and into his crystal blue eyes, I realize that it's the boy. The boy again. The same boy next door, the same boy on the bus, and the same boy who probably thinks im a fucking stalker. Embarrassed, I run straight to the nearest bathroom, nearly tripping on my own feet. Going to the furthest stall away from the door, Tears run down my eyes as I realize I have already embarrassed myself to the max. Why do I have to be so awkward. Why can't I just be normal and not be weird. Why can't I just have a normal fucking conversation? "God damnit" I mumbled under my breath as I sniffle.
I sit there for about ten minutes, until the noise outside dies down.
Cautiously sitting up and walking towards the mirror, I wipe my eyes. So it doesn't look like I have been crying like a baby.
I gently wrap my fingers around the metal door nob, and pull. I look towards my locker where I was expecting my books to be, but they where gone. Seriously? Who steals school books? I mean, c'mon now. I started to walk away, to where I thought my first class was, when a large hand placed itself on my shoulder.
" oh god!"
I squeal while turning around, facing him.
" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"
He says with a smirk, pulling his arm away.
His lips perfectly curled to the side, to make an attractive half smile. His eyes complimenting it.
"I waited for you to.. Uh come out of the bathroom, so I could give you your books."
He says, placing one hand on the back of his neck while the other one was handing my books over. I slowly place my hands on them and pull them into my grasp.
"T-thank you"
I say, awkwardly.
"Yeah um of course. Are you okay?"
Am I okay. What?
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry"
I say, looking down at my feet.
Slowly looking back up at him, I see the gorgeous smirk reappeared unto his thick lips.
"Don't be sorry Hun. I didn't catch your name?"
He says as we start walking. Should I tell him a fake name? What if he try's to look me up, or talk to me tomorrow, or tell every one not to be friends with me..?
"Uh...Amila.."
I say nervously.
"He looks at me while still walking.
" I like it. Amila."
He says, his smirk still perfectly plastered on his face.
He stops I front of what I thought was the language arts room, which is my first class, lifting his hand out of his pocket expecting me to grab it.
I look down at his hand, then at him. Hand, him. Slowly, I bring my hand to touch his. And then, there's the shock again. I managed to keep my books in my arms as he shook my hand.
"We'll nice too meet you amila. I'm hayes."
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