Unexpected love

ch1

It was the first day of school after Thanksgiving break. And man did my sleep schedule get messed up more than ever. I don't expect anything important to ever come upon my mind. I'm too tired, too distracted, too-

"Phoebe!" A loud cry of my name boomed out.

"Ah!-" I was tackled by Melissa who was laughing at either my weird scream, or the fact that I fell on my knees.

Melissa, she's my best friend. She welcomes me with her love and joy when she has the chance to. It can be a little overwhelming sometime. Actually, in fact, she rarely hugs me in general. She's always busy with a relationship from time to time, and its been like that since fourth-grade. But recently, her relationship status has been lingering on single and it's concerning.

But besides that, you can expect her to tackle me with hugs till she's taken by a man. Most of the mans are fake boys though, yet she doesn't seem to mind getting her heart all shattered up a bunch. She's the sole reason why I refuse to fall in love. I just can't imagine myself being stable after one breakup. It's really disheartening either way I take a breakup, whether they ended it or myself.

I walked to school with her and we talked about our break. She mopped about breaking up with her recent ex, William (whom I never liked to begin with), but that never fazed her.

I ranted about having an unstable sleep schedule, which she could top off since she sleeps later than me. I specifically remember that she ended up texting me at 4am on an exam night, yelling about how the chum bucket serves fish to fish. Meaning it's cannabilism.

Yeah. We really didn't have any other things to talk about.

She dropped me off to my first class which was history. The most boring class with the most annoying students. Melissa had drama class. I would take overexaggerated, cheesy puns told by teenagers over dead white dudes who messed up everything to somehow make today's economy.

My day probably went down hill from there because as soon as I went into class, there stood a new kid. He's probably a couple inches above my head, and was lanky. But that's not the important factor here.

He's sitting at my desk.

I came over to Mrs. Derrin (my history teacher, a.k.a, the "lazy and boring" teacher) to ask about the boy sitting in my seat. She said, "Oh, that's Davis. Set up a good example for him, he's a new student."

Wow, never knew.

This guy looked like a mix between a try-hard and an overall annoying person. But even if I try to persuade Mrs. Derrin to ask someone else to babysit him, I get faced with a, "Do you wanna disappoint your parents or nah?"

So I sat down with him, and I will never forget what he said to me.