Teslya. Who are you?

Chapter 2.

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As we're walking to class, Rachel starts asking me a whole bunch of questions.

"What happened? What's his name? Why did he walk over here with you? I can't believe he hugged you!"

I laugh as she rambles on. He smelled so good when he hugged me, its not even funny! I can't tell what kind of cologne he was wearing, but it smelled really good.

"What happened was my best friend pushed me towards a hot guy who didnt walk away when I spoke to him. His name is Brandon and he walked me over here to hug me I guess. I'm not even sure on that one." I giggle as I remember the look on Rachel's face when he wrapped his arms around me. She couldn't stop staring at him.

We reach our first class, Spanish, and instantly stop talking. We're known as being the quiet girls in school so we don't want to change that.

We sit next to the window, like we've been doing since 5th grade. That was a good year. Rachel and I ran the school back then. Funny how things change that fast in middle school.

The classroom door opens, breaking me from my trance. I look up and my heart starts to race. Standing in the doorway is Brandon. His gaze catches mine and I blush and look away. He walks over to the empty desk next to mine and sits down. He smiles at me before grabbing his notebook and a pen. I catch Rachel watching me and him like its her job.

I don't know what happened in class, except that Brandon kept "accedendtly" dropping things and touching my leg when he went to pick them up. His hand just slowly going up my leg, gave me chills.

As we were walking out of the class, Miss Garcia asked if she could talk to me for a minute. I told Rachel and Brandon to go ahead and that I'd see them later.

"What's up Miss Garcia?" I rarely get asked to stay behind.

"I noticed that you weren't as attentive today as you were last year. Is everything okay?" I know whats she's really asking. She's asking whats more important, school or guys.

"Everything's all good. I just forgot to eat this morning." I lie. I hate lying to her, but she'll go right to Cathy, my adoptive mom, and tell her I was too busy flirting to learn.

I watch as she goes to her desk and pulls out a granola bar.

"Eat this. I don't want you to fall behind because you forgot to eat." She smiles and sends me on my way.

I have to rush across the building to make it to my next class on time because she didn't give me a note. Right as the bell rings, I walk in to my world religion class. I scan the room for an empty seat, which is almost nonexistent, before sitting down next to some scrawny kid in the back.