STARS ∆ Zach Herron

~>Chapter1<~

Authors Note: Thank You For Staying With Me. This Is Gonna Be A Total Gong Show, Lets Be Honest..... I'm Sorry If You Don't Like My Chapter I Worked Hard On. If You Don't, Please Leave.... I Don't Apreciate Hateful Comments. Please Carry On. Also, I Might Delete This Story, Because I Feel Like No One Even Likes My Stories.

{Kiera's POV}

Here we go. Another boring day at Morden Colligate Institute.

I get up, out of my cocoon of blankets on my bed.
I make my way to my bathroom. I start to brush my teeth while I scroll on instagram. I snap a selfie with the toothbrush in my mouth. Toothpaste dribbleing a little on the corners of my mouth.

I post it on instagram with the caption of 'Morning World'. I'm not famous or anything but whatever.

Sometimes, I wonder, 'what is it like to be known? What would I do with all that attention, anyway?'

I walk over to my walk in closet and pick out a white and black checkered crop top. I also pick out a pair of black leggings with a checkered strip down the outter part of the legs. I grab my black and white Adidas backpack and keys and phone. I dash downstairs skipping a couple of steps.

I say bye to my mom and leave my house. My dad's usually at work. I don't see him that much anymore, unfortunately... I'll probably see him in a couple of days though. I mean, sure he comes home, late at night but he leaves at dawn.

I get on to my harley davidson motorcycle and star off down the neighborhood. I see this boy walking across the street with his head down, looking at his feet. I holler at him. "Hey, move! Shit, I'm gonna be late..." I mumble the last part to myself. I don't really care but my mom sure does.

He quickly scrambles off the road and back on to the sidewalk. He looks right back down and starts walking in the direction to my school.

"Hey!" I yell. He looks up and then blushes. "Yeah, yeah. My tummy is showing. Whatever," He's still blushing and then he looks down at his shoes. "Are you going to MCI?" I ask. He just nods. "Do you need a ride?" I ask.

He shakes his head vigorously. "Come on! I have a helmet," I say. He just stands there. I sigh. "Fine, but your gonna be late!" I rev my motor. "Wait!" He yells.

I'm shocked. He talked!

"What? Do you want a ride?" I ask getting a little impatient. He nods. "Get on then," I smile.

He awkwardly gets on, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pass him the helmet. "Here," I say. He struggles to put it on. He eventually gets it on and then, again holds on to my waist. I think he is nevous.... oh well.

I start down the street and he holds on even tighter.