Everything in Between

Chapter One

It's my senior year of high school. It's supposed to be the best year of high school right? Well I guess in some ways it is so far.

I walked into my new history class with Mr. Richards. No one likes him.

So I made my way to a free open desk; I really didn't want to sit by myself, especially the first day of school. But I don't really have friends, so I'll have to suck it up.

The bell rang, and thus began the first day of senior year.

"Good Morning students. How was everyone's summer?" I'm sure you already know what everyone else said. "Okay, let me take roll here. Zaire Anders?" I raised my hand. "Nice to see you in my class again, miss Anders." I just nodded and smiled at him instead of saying something that might get me into a situation where I'm walking to the principal's office after 5 minutes of class.

"Jason Cores," Mr. Richards glanced around the classroom for a hand.

"Here," Jason raised his hand. Jason was pretty much the most popular guy in the school. He was captain of the lax team, and everyone was in love with him. Even the guys were, not kidding. And like any other story, he was dating the most popular girl in school, Cora Greyson; she's literally the nicest person you could ever meet in your life. She's so humble and sweet it just kinda makes you hate her because she's so nice.

As Mr. Richards took roll, I zoned out for a slight second. "Cayson Leighton," As I heard the name I snapped my head up to look for his hand, and my heart began to race.

The door to the classroom opened and reviled the most beautiful person I've ever seen. "Here, sir," he said. "Sorry I'm late. It won't happen again." He walked towards the desk next to me and I forced myself to not go into full panic mode. 

Cayson Leighton is the boy that broke my heart numerous times my freshman and sophomore year. He left for a while. But now he came back.

Mr. Richards didn't say anything; it was ear piercingly silent in the room. When I finally gained enough courage to slightly look at him, for a split second, our eyes met.

Oh shit. I turned around quickly and broke the eye contact. I stared down at my desk and tapped my pencil eraser on the desk to let my nerves have an escape rout. All I noticed the whole hour was Cayson's gaze on me.