Hanna POV
My first two classes, math and science, passed uneventfully. Carson was in both of them, however he did not sit with me. For math I was seated next to a really pretty blonde girl who kept copying my work.
Throughout the class I found myself watching the minutes tick by on the clock, waiting for the bell. I hate math, it is the worst subject ever. I mean, dude, your ex is gone so stop asking me to find her. After an hour and ten minutes the class finally ends and I pack up my books. I stood up and walked out of the class. I didn't know where my science room was, so I waited by the door for Carson.
About a minute after I left Carson walked out, deep in a conversation with a really hot brunette. I mean, she was absolutely georgous. At least five foot nine without heels, and caramel colour skin. All that combined with her cheer uniform, you get the picture...she was smoking.
I waved at Carson, trying to get his attention. I really didn't want to be late on my first day. The brunette looked at me, scowled, then turned her attention back to whatever he was saying. I stood where I was, completely lost as of to why she seemed to hate me. The biatch didn't even know me. The late bell rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I walked over to Carson and grabbed his arm.
"Carson we have to get to science, pretty please tell me where the fuck room 156 is!" I yelled "I'm sure your little slut can go without your attention for two fucking seconds."
Carson looked at me, a look of shock all over his handsome features.
"Connor get your ass over here and take this damned mundane to the fucking science labs" he said before returning to his bitch. His mate, Connor, was standing a few feet away from him. I looked at the boy, who I didn't even know was there.
Holy fuck, he is georgous.
Slightly taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was just the right length. His hair mostly hidden by a light yellow flat cap with the word YOLO written on it, and his eyes. Oh my god, just looking into those honey brown eyes had me weak in the knees.
Connor's only response to Carson's order was a slight nod. He looked at me, before walking away. I stood rooted to the spot, watching the georgous specimen of a man walk away.
Wait, wasn't I supposed to be somewhere? FUCK! I'm late for science, mum's gonna kill me. On top of that, I'm gonna look like such a tool showing up to class late on my first day here, and first impressions are important.
