Love Letters

Chapter 2

Monday came in a blur, Mia had spent the night Saturday and Sunday and we spent our last two days of summer break crying our eyes out to sappy romance movies and eating tubs of triple chocolate ice cream. After the incident, Mia was afraid to sleep by herself at her house so she hasn't been alone since then.

I was wearing my usual oversized hoodie and skinny jeans, while Mia was wearing a yellow cropped t-shirt and high waisted shorts.

Mia rolled her eyes as she saw my attire, "Charlieeeee," she whines, "It's like 97 degrees outside! Put something else on!"

"No." I cross my arms. Call me childish, but I'd wear a hoodie in the desert and still not sweat.

We have a glaring contest for a few moments before Mia rolls her eyes for a second time and gives in, "Fine."

We grab our bags and head out. "Drive safely Charlie! And Mia, feel free to stay as long as you want." My mom tells us as we open the front door.

My mom is like a second mother to Mia since her mother's a b****, plus she's never at home anymore, so Mia basically lives by herself.

"Will do, Mrs. T!" She calls out.

Pulling into the school parking lot, I snuggle further into my hoodie. I'm not the most social person, unlike Mia.

"Can you believe it? This is our last year at this place. We'll finally get a bit of freedom after this!" She giggles excitedly.

"Yeah but at least you got a good homeroom teacher, I can't stand Mrs. Crotch." I groan. The teachers at our school were honestly pretty chill- all except for my homeroom teacher Mrs. Crotch, an 80 year old ancient lady. When you first walk into the classroom you have to put your phone in a plastic tub that says "Brainwash devices here". Mrs. Crotch is so strict she'll give you detention for breathing too loudly.

I've heard a few of the seniors last year talking about how they started passing notes in class like the olden days, and since Mrs. Crotch is so old, she's practically blind so they got away with it.

Walking into class, I realize it consists of mainly the popular clique, just my luck.
Olivia and her group of minions sit in the far right corner, and the football and basketball guys sit in the far left corner. The rest of the classroom is filled with other athletes, like cheerleaders and soccer players, and cake faces. I put my phone in the bin, as instructed by Mrs. Crotch, and take one of the only seats left, located near the middle of the room.

"CLASS. TODAY WE WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THE RULES IN THIS CLASSROOM. NOW SHUT YOUR PIEHOLES AND SIT DOWN." The teacher yells. Everyone immediately stops talking and does what they are told.

"RULE NUMBER ONE. ABSOLUTELY NO CELLPHONES," Dang this lady is loud, "IVE ALREADY TAKEN EVERYONES BRAINWASH DEVICE UP SO WE SHOULD BE GOOD NOW. RULE NUMBER 2- " Mrs. Crotch is cut off by the creaky door being swung open aggressively, revealing a greek god on the other end.

And holy mother of chicken tenders this guy was gorgeous.

"MR LANCE YOU ARE LATE. HAND ME YOUR PHONE PLEASE." Mrs. Crotch, paying no mind to the class that had started swirling with questioning whispers.

"Who is he?"
"He must be new, I've never seen him."
"I call dibs!"
"If anyone tries to touch him before me, I will personally claw your eyes out."
(That last one was from Olivia).

"Mrs. Crotch, as much as I would love to give you my phone, I think you have much more important things to take care of, like changing that last name of yours." Mystery man replies smoothly. I'm not gonna lie, it wasn't the best burn in the book, but it definitely got the class to silence even more.

"EXCUSE ME?"

The guy ignores her and tosses his phone in the bucket, proceeding to sit in the only empty seat in the room, the one beside mine. I could immediately hear girls scoffing with jealousy and glaring at me.

Oh, get over yourselves. This guy is clearly an a**.

"Ya know, if I wanted a b****, I would've bought a dog." I hear mystery guy murmur.

Oops, I guess I said that out loud.

After my brain finally decided to process what he said, I was livid.

"Just because you have one doesn't mean you need to act like one." I reply lowly so no one could hear me but him. He seems a little taken aback that I replied to him the way I did. I guess I looked too innocent.

"Awww, you're cute when you talk about things you don't understand."

"Yet the only way you would ever get laid is if you crawled up a chicken's butt and waited." I snarl, adding more fuel to the fire.

He was about to reply when he realized we have progressively grown louder, causing the whole class to look at us.

"GREY LANCE, CHARLIE THOMPSON, DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL." Oh, so I guess his name is Grey, how fitting.

A/N: Lemme know how the second chapter is!!! I would love some feedback! I'll try and add more of the characters feelings and personality since I feel I haven't really done that. Stay tuned for the best chapter! Stay sexy!