Dear Diary, I Love You.

The New Students

----CHAPTER 2----"Honey! You have clubs after school today?" Your mother asked.

"Yes mom!  I have my study session for math as well.  I won't be home till 6PM." You yelled from the door.

"Alright! Have a nice day!"

With a piece of toast in your mouth, you hurried through the door to start a fresh new week of school.  Hopping on your right foot, you slipped on your left shoe.  And before you know it... you were running after the bus you had just missed.

"Wait!" You screamed.

The bus stopped automatically.  You caught your breath, boarding onto the bus.

"You are early today." You said.

"Sorry Maisy dear." He smiled.

"It's alright, good morning." You smiled back.

You made your way to the back of the bus.  Sitting down, you pulled out your earphones, listening to your music.  As the bus ride went on, a few more of students boarded.  Soon, the whole bus was crowded.  Lucky for you, you were sitting next to someone who doesn't smell of old smelly feet like last week.  Seeing the high school from afar, you rang the bell.  Squeezing your way through the crowd, you finally made it to the front of the bus. Waving goodbye to the bus driver, you got off.

"Maisy!"

You turned around to see your two best friends.  Christian Cruz and Crystal Young

"Crystal, Christian." You waved.

"I'm surprised your early today." Crystal said.

The three of you arrived at the gates of Kirin High School. (LOL, just pretend it's in Canada)

"Yeah, uncle bus driver came early.  Anyways, today the new students are arriving right?"

"Yes! I hope they are boys, hot boys!" Crystal squealed.

"Hey, slow your horses okay.  What if they aren't boys, or better yet not hot." Christian teased.

"STOP! Your ruining my fantasies!" Crystal yelled.

"Come on guys, we better go to class before Mr. Song makes you clean the classroom again."

Walking into class, Christian and Crystal were still arguing over the fact that they both got busted and had to stay after school to clean the classroom.

"It was your  fault Christian Cruz! You threw that pen at my head!" Crsytal yelled.

"NOT! I wouldn't do such a thing to my best friend!" Christian said, making a shock expression.

"Yeah yeah whatever." Crystal said sitting in front of Taemin.

You giggled at your friends, sitting in your desk that you shared with no one.

Mr. Song came in with six very handsome boys.  Of course you weren't paying attention, you were a book worm and was studying for the math quiz that was today.

"Alright Crystal, Christian.  Do you want to stay after school and clean my office?" Mr. Song asked.

"NO!"

"Alright class, we have six new students from the U.S.  Please introduce yourselves."

"I'm Mark."

"I'm Anthony."

"I'm Arv."

"I'm Renz."

"I'm Carl."

"I'm Nathan."

Mr. Song cleared his throat.

"Your real names."

The boys glared at him before re-introducing themsevles.

"Marcus Justin."

"Anthony Tern."

"Alvin Kayle."

"Renzel Dayrit."

"Carlos Driz."

"Jonathan Clark."

Upon hearing that name.  You raised your head staring at the boy who said it.  You stared at his features.  His face, his eyes, and his appearance.

'He's not who I think he is... right?' You thought.

The boys were assigned seats.  Anthony was sitting next to Crystal, while the other boys were spread across the classroom.

"Naathan, you can sit next to Maisy."

Not making eye contact with him.  You stared at your math textbook studying for you math quiz.  He dropped his bag on the floor, throwing the chair out, taking a seat.  You turned, staring at him again.  Suddenly a picture of your best friend Jonathan appeared in your head.  You shook your head, getting rid of the thought.

'He can't be him.  If it was him.  He would have already said hi to me.  The Jonathan I know, wouldn't forget me.'

Continuing to stare at him, he turned to you.

"Could you stop staring at me, your creeping the shit out of me."

You turned your head towards the board.  He laid back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk.  You continued to stare at the board, copying the notes Mr. Song was writing.

'He is so not my bestfriend, Jonathan.'