Unexpected Love

Chapter 5: Perfect Stranger!

Our teacher, Ms. Cupid, greeted us and told us about what we were going to be doing for the semester.

I was so excited when she showed us examples of previous projects before.

Deanna and I were the only two seniors in the class and I didn't really care to talk to anyone other than her. We sat at our table alone. She sat right beside me but I expected her to switch to the other side of the table once we started doing work.

We didn't work with the clay for the first day. Instead, our teacher put a pile of magazines on each of the tables and insisted that we look through them to get ideas for our first project which was a pinch pot that was supposed to have some sort of face on it.

Deanna and I sat there quietly flipping through old issues of National Geographic and Martha Stewart Living. I had my one headphone in listening the new We can't stop by Miley Cyrus which is fantastic by the way. She had put her hair up and we both had put sweatshirts on because it was freezing in the art room.

Every now and then I would glance up to look at her but I don't think she had a clue. She just sat there with her hair perfectly falling in front of her face as she read the magazine. She was beautiful.

"What is the heck is that anyways? An Art Junkie?" I said to her smiling but not looking up from my magazine.

She laughed and said "I don't even know. I think is has something to do with drugs. Isn't that what a junkie is?"

"I don't know. You said it, weirdo." I mumbled sarcastically as I picked my phone up to change the song. Then she just took my phone from me and began to search through my songs. I just sat there reading an article about New Orleans in the National Geographic.

She started to change the songs, not letting me listen to one all the way.

"Can I listen to a whole song? Please." I said, not caring who she was or even if I did have a crush on her.

"No." She nudged my shoulder and then I looked up to her smiling face. "How can you go from The Chainsmoker to Coldplay?

Isn't there some kind of law against that?" Deanna said jokingly.

"You know, I would google it but it seems that someone has my phone." I said to her. She handed it back to me and I thanked her. There was silence for a few moments and then I felt my sweatshirt pocket buzz.

I had a text message from an unknown number.

"Loser."

I had no idea what her sudden interest in me was.

Maybe she wanted something different. I smiled as I read the text message and looked up at her. It seemed like she hadn't moved at all. She was just sitting there reading. So I texted back.

"Isn't there some kind of law about taking things without asking? Oh, wait. That's right. Larceny is a gateway offense you know." I typed.

A few minutes later I felt another buzz. I jumped this time because I was so nervous.

"Oh right. Stealing phone numbers. Next thing you know, I'll upgrade to email addresses.

Do you want another song or not?"

"Sure" I typed by all nonchalantly.

Her: "Pick a number. One, two, or three"

Me: "Three."

Her: "Most people would have picked one."

Me: "I'm not most people. And three is the closest to Pi. I like math. What's the song this time? If you want, you can tell me one and three since that was clearly the number you wanted me to pick."

Her: "You're strange but nope, it isn't. Perfect Stranger by Jonas Blue is the song. The lighthouse is the place though."

Me: "Which version? and what the hell are you talking about?"

Her: "Original; Jonas Blue - Perfect Strangers Ft. JP Cooper. I have something that I need your help with. Meet me at the lighthouse tonight."

The bell rang for the end of the day. I had no idea it was even that close. I rapidly start putting my stuff together. "I have a piano lesson at 5, I can't." I said to her as she started to walk away. She clearly had known what time it was.

"And I have to work till 9. Are you afraid of the dark?" she said to me with confidence.

"No. Just my parents." I said. "What time then?"

"Meet me at 9:30 in the parking lot." she said as she turned and to left the room.

I walked out to my car, not knowing what to think. I didn't know if she was going to play some childish prank on me.

Then I thought about the c.d. that I had made her and how she blushed when I made that comment. This was getting more and more confusing. I didn't wanna be lesbian. I wanted to be normal. What is normal anyways?

I got into my jeep and looked down at my phone. Before I put it in drive, I quickly texted back. "Good choice." and then started to drive home.

A/N: I'm sorryyyyy about how small this chapter is. I wanted a transition chapter and I wanted to keep people interested because the next one is going to be long. Once again, thank you for reading and giving reviews. Everyone is so awesome!

I hope you love the song, same as Jessica and Deanna loves it.. 😀