Falling For The Popular Boy

Chapter 1

"Hey, Sam," my best friend, Michael says, hugging me, when he sees me in the cafeteria during lunch.

"Hey, Michael," I say, hugging him back. Michael sits down next to me and pushes my hair out of my face.

"I have something to tell you," Michael says, smiling at me.

"Okay," I say, smiling.

"I'm dating-," Michael began but was cut off by a high-pitched voice. God, I hated that voice.

"Hey, Michael, baby," Taylor said. Suddenly, I was confused.

"Hey, babe," Michael says. I look at him in shock.

"Hey, Sammy," Taylor says, sitting on Michael's lap.

"Hi," I say, faking a smile.

"As I was going to say, Taylor and I are together," Michael says.

"Congrats, I have to go," I say, getting up and bolting out of the cafeteria, as tears spilled from my eyes. As I was walking I bumped into a hard chest. As I was about to hit the floor, arms reached out and grabbed me by my waist. The arms let go of me once I regained my balance.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," a familiar voice says. I look up to see Drake Bolton, the most popular boy in the school.

"It's fine," I say, wiping the tears off my face.

"Hey, are you okay?' Drake asks me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"You're lying. You are crying," Drake says. I sigh.

"What's wrong?" Drake asks me, wiping tears off my face.

"I found out my best friend is dating Taylor, but he doesn't know that I'm in love with him," I say.

"Oh," Drake says. He pulls me to him and hugs me. I hug him back.

"I was just heading to the cafeteria. Would you like to sit with my friends and me?" Drake asks me.

"Sure," I say. Drake and I walk into the cafeteria. Drake sits down at a table filled with his guy friends.

"Hey Sammy," one of Drake's friends say. Wait, he knows my name?

"Hi," I say. Drake smiles at me and pulls me down next to him.

"How are you?" One of Drake's friends says.

"Fine. How are you?" I say.

"I'm great. Aren't you friends with Micael?" He says.

"Yeah," I say.

"Why aren't you with him then?" He asks.

"We got in a fight," I say.

"Oh," he says. Drake looks at me and shakes his head. He knows that I was lying to his best friend. The bell rings and I try to bolt out of the cafeteria but Drake grabs my arm stopping me.

"Why did you lie to my friends?" Drake asks me.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know why," I say, honestly. I was scared that Drake was pissed at me.

"It's fine. I'm not mad at you," Drake says.

"Okay," I say. Drake smiles. 

"May I walk you to your class?" Drake asks me. 

"Sure," I say, laughing. I thought for a moment. Doesn't he have Science with me? Michael does too but so does his girlfriend. And I bet they are going to be sitting together. 

"Don't you have Science with me?" I asked him as we walked to the science room.

"Yep," Drake says, grinning. When we enter the classroom, I saw Michael sitting with Taylor at our table. Michael looks up at me and gives me a worried look. I look away from him. 

"Do you want to sit by me?" Drake asks me. 

"Um sure," I say. I follow Drake to his seat. Drake pulls my seat out for me. I giggle at his kindness and sit down on the chair. He pushes me in. 

"Thank you," I say. Drake smiles as he sits down next to me.

"No problem," Drake says, winking at me. I blush. 

"Are you seriously blushing?" Drake says, laughing, making me blush harder. 

"No," I say, embarrassed. 

"You're cute when you blush," Drake says.

"So I'm only cute when I blush?" I say, pretending to be offended. 

"N-no! You're cute when you are not blushing too!!!" Drake protests, his face turning red. 

"You think I'm cute?" I say in surprise, not believing him.

"Yeah, I do," Drake says.

"Yeah sure," I say.

"Samantha, you are really cute, no joke," Drake says, honestly.

"Okay," I whisper. The bell rang signaling that class was starting. 

"Alright, guys! Lab day! You guys are going to be dissecting frogs today with your lab partners that I will choose for you. So here are your partners: Michael and Taylor, Samantha and Drake..." After I heard my name, I shut out the teacher. Soon I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I look over to see Drake smiling at me. 

"Daydreaming about me?" Drake says, smiling. 

"Maybe," I say, smiling. Drake chuckles.

"You want to get started on the lab or keep daydreaming about me?" Drake says.

"Shut up!" I say, playfully slapping Drake on the shoulder. 

"Ow!" Drake says, jokingly.  

"You hurt me," Drake whines. 

"You are a wuss then," I say, jokingly. 

"I'm gonna get you back for that," Drake says.

"Oh really?" I say. 

"Yep, sometime this week I'm gonna get you back," Drake says. That's when the bell rang and Drake walked me to my next class.