The CEO is in Love With Me? *Under Construction*

Three

Monday:

Groaning, I turn over and slide my finger on my phone to turn off the alarm. I don't know about you, but having one alarm is not enough so I use predictively around...ten.

Staring up at the ceiling wishing for 5 more minutes of sleep, I finally get my lazy butt up to get dressed for school. I pick out dark blue skinny jeans and a 'I love NY' shirt and put them on. I walk over the bathroom to rinse my face off, putting on little foundation powder and leaving my hair down in its natural copper blonde waves. I don't spend my time caking my face in makeup because I'm beautiful just the way I was made. Screw those people who think I'm ugly without it. (And this is message to all of you: you are perfect just the way you are, remember that)

I tiredly walk down the small hall, and popped in two chocolate chip waffles into the toaster. The pastries popped out of the toaster, and with skill, I caught them both on my plate. As soon as I was about to take a bite out of my waffle, Chance popped up in my mind, once again.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was in my mind constantly. Surprisingly I remember everything from that night, considering I drank a lot. I still have his number kept safely in my dresser, but I haven't called him at all. What if he finds the truth about that I'm actually in high school? He looked around twenty five and I'm sure he wouldn't want to hook up with a kid.

Sighing deeply, I ate the rest of my food then slipped on my black converse. Megan should be here any minute to pick me up for school since I don't have a car. My mom cant afford another car with her salary and I only have a part time job at Sandy's Auto Shop where I fix up cars that need help. Suddenly I heard my phone go off, notifying that Megan has texted me that she is here. I quickly brushed my teeth then ran out the door to meet Megan.

"Jeez, took you long enough," Megan greeted once I got in. Yes that's right, this is the way she greets me.

I grumble a 'hello' to her as well as speeding off to the well known prison called Sickamore High.

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"Miss Wright what is the answer?"

"Miss Wright."

"Miss Wright pay attention!"

I quickly snap back to the real world where Mr. Rush, my cranky math teacher, is standing in front of me with his hands on his hips. No doubt that he's mad. I try giving him my 'sweet smile', but he isn't falling for it.

"Now Mrs. Wright, what is the answer?" I gulped looking down at my paper, estimating what question we were on.

"156," a voice behind me says, not loud enough to make Mr. Rush hear though.

"Um, 156," I say slowly.

"Hm, good. But next time I see you dozing off in my class its a detention." I nod and the class goes on for another boring twenty minutes. The bell rings and I turn around to thank the person who gave me an answer, only to meet Keith Richards.

"Um, thanks for giving me the answer," I awkwardly say.

He just nods and quickly walks past me. I sigh, grabbing my books and go to my next class.

"Hope Wright please come down to the office, Hope Wright please come down to the office," the secretary with an annoying voice sounds over the intercom. I walk into office where the lady sends me into the principals area.

I nervously take a seat in the comfy chair. Scanning the room with my eyes, I inwardly laugh at how Mr. Shaw's office is set up. There is not one speck of dust in sight and everything is neatly in place. I remember at the end of my freshmen year as a joke a senior sneaked in here and moved the lamp from the right side of the desk to the left. Lets just say Mr. Shaw was raging on the lookout to whoever did it. Of course, the kid never got caught and the whole school got a laugh out of it.

"Hope, do you know why your in here?" a voice booms, breaking me out of my thoughts. Its no other than Mr. Shaw.

"No, not really."

A smile spreads his face, confusing me. "Hope have you looked at your grades recently?"

"I'm doing pretty good in all my classes. That's all I know."

"Well Hope, congratulations. You have the option of graduating early this year. You will finish this semester, then next semester you will take courses at the college of your dreams. Also, instead of going to college you could get a full time job during second semester and during the summer so you could get some extra cash. You will also be able to go to college with your friends as well."(Sorry if this isn't how it works. I'm not in high school yet so I'm clueless. I made it up so just play along.)

I'm flabbergasted. Oh my goodness. I can leave this place a semester early! Never mind that, but my mom will be so proud of me! A smile stretched on my face and I couldn't hold it down.

"Oh my, Mr. Shaw I don't know what to say. Thank you so much!"

"Now here are the forms you will have to sign with your mom. Also the first semester of college is free, so don't worry about financial issues," he replied, handing me the forms. I place them in my bag, not wanting to lose them. Time passes quickly as Mr. Shaw tells me the important information on the experience I am going through.

The bell to the ending of fifth hour rings, reminding me I should probably head back to my classes. Mr. Shaw dismisses me from school to tell my mom about the good news. I head out to the main office, I already have all my stuff so I don't need to go to my locker.

That is, until I see the very person I don't want to see standing in the corridor.

Chance.

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Yello!

Thank you so much for reading! This chapter isn't really a good chapter but I had to write at least something.

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P.S. I am going to change the setting to New York instead of Miami

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