The Ex Complex

Meet Cute

Zoella walked into her first day of writing class sophomore year feeling confident; she always loved writing. Ever since she was a little girl she wrote stories ranging from school girls like herself trying to find themselves, to queens dominating everything and everybody while getting their bag. She was excited to have a space to express herself, and was even more excited for the opportunity to get an easy A. When Zoella walked in, she recognized her friend Eddie, and sat next to him. They chatted for awhile, and waited for the class to get started. After a few minutes, a moderately attractive white boy entered the room. He appeared to be a junior or a senior, and  had a look on his face that read, "I don't care about this class, I just needed to add another random one," which Zoella respected. He sat next to Zoella but didn't speak. The teacher began to go over the syllabus and went over what was expected from the course. He than gave them their first assignment, which was to write a poem about any topic of their choosing. Zoella was less than thrilled about this being the first assignment, because she preferred to write stories, and felt that was her strong suit. But she sucked it up and began to write her poem. Her and Eddie continued to chat, Zoella teasing him and being a freshman as she usually did. "Yo, I'm  really trying to skip my next class bro like this is soo boring," Eddie complained. "You're a freshman and it's the first day of school, what's the point in skipping class already!" Zoella laughed. "Because these classes be boring sometimes yo," the white boy jumped into the conversation. "Ok, but he doesn't need to be skipping, it's the first day!" Zoella argued. "I'm gonna be skipping all year yo, it's my senior year, I'm so done with this school!" The white boy refuted. He appeared to be relaxed with the whole idea of school; he leaned far back into his chair and had his legs spread apart in a wide stance. He had on sweats and tims, and was on his phone rather than starting his poem on the computer in front of him right away. He was the opposite of Zoella, who was sitting up straight with her back erect, and her work already begun. She was dressed up for the first day in a new crop top and overalls, her make up freshly done with a new urban decay eyeshadow palette and her phone was hidden away in her backpack to prevent from being distracted. "I think you might be 12 years old but you're not in the 12th grade," Zoella said chuckling. "What are you trying to say yo?" It was a silly joke, that admittedly wasn't that funny, but he blushed anyway. "I think you know what I'm trying to say," Zoella said laughing, her heart beating quickly, not focused enough to come up with a better come back. They looked at each other, and laughed.
This is where it all began...