Meet James Dayton. His personality can make every girl melt at their feet for him. Being sweet, caring and thinking always about others instead of being full of himself. But James has a weakness. His love for her. Aria Miller.
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8. Detention
James Dayton's P.O.V
I am bored.
So bored, I can't even think. And I still need to go to my detention. Groaning and swearing the old woman, who is my biology teacher, I try to find Dean and Mark.
They will probably jump to find answers. Why was I talking with Aria.
I don't even know myself. But that's probably the last time I'll do that so I don't really care.
Going towards the lockers, I see them, giggling and talking like two little girls. Typical.
"Hey..." I start to speak but I stop when they turn around to face me, with mouths opened and big wide eyes.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
I am just trying to change the subject. I know that they are shooked that I spoke with her, and also I look very casual right now. With a small smile on my lips, and an eyebrow raised. But I feel very different.
My feelings are all over the place, I think this is how people feel when they say they are in cloud nine. Very happy.
But also embarrassed.
"Okay, calm down. I don't have anything to explain." Starting to say, I notice that they are both looking at me scared, not knowing what to do.
"You are not... excited?" Mark screams and I immediatly place my hand on top of his mouth. I don't want anyone to hear us.
"I am. Very excited. But I'm not getting my hopes up."
I reply and look around, making sure that nobody is hearing us talking like idiots. That's what we are anyways, but it is better if people don't realize.
"So..." I start, "Aria just came to talk with me. Without a reason. But she said that she wanted to make sure I'm alright, after that hit. That's all. She was being nice. She is always nice." I finish and I feel quite proud of myself.
I didn't blush while thinking about her. That's a good start.
"Doesn't sound like it. Are you not going to start talking with her? I mean she doesn't hate you... I think." Finishes Dean while I am rolling my eyes at him.
This sounds good. Note the sarcasm.
But he is probably right. She doesn't hate me.
"Aria doesn't have a reason to hate me. Obviously she doesn't." I respond.
"And she also wants to make sure you're okay." He continues, making my hopes go up again.
Just for them to lower when I think again. Ugh, I should really stop thinking, it would be better.
"Wow, so nice. She didn't let me die." Rolling my eyes again, feeling like they could fall out of my head soon, I look at them.
"Come on, stop overthinking. Look at the good side, she knows you exist."
