I'm in love with an alien

Chapter 1

        Aliens. Fake, fictional beings from out of space. I usually laugh at the thought. But not in a million years did I think that I'd actually fall for one. Hard. My name is Carlie Peirce, and this is my love story.
        I sigh as the clock ticks. Math was so confusing, I hate it. I'm more into language arts and history. I'm not popular or anything. A voice snaps, "MS. PEIRCE!" Then a slam. I jump and look face to face with my math teacher. Not just any math teacher, the teacher everyone hates. Ms. Rogavine. She is hated for a reason. For one, she gives WAY too much homework, and expects you to be at college level. We're in high school for crying out loud. And if we aren't paying attention, the best thing is getting detention. The worst is a marker thrown at your forehead. Yes, you heard me right, you get a marker thrown at you. Your lucky if the mark is there for three days. She says, "Your trying my patience young lady." With that I realized that she snatched the paper I've drawn on.
      After class I walk down the hall when my best friend said, "Hey wait up Car!" I stop and face the red haired girl. She asks, "How are you so fast?" I shrug. Alice shook her head. She says, "Ms. Rogavine has no right to give you detention like that."
"I mean, its whatever." Then I felt that feeling you have when someone is watching you. I stop to look around. It's pretty hard in a crowded hallway like this. Then my brown eyes spot him. One of the most popular people on campus. Eric Sinclair. Leaning against a set of lockers his piercing blue eyes was staring right at me. I mean he is staring at me, right? Was I just jumping to conclusions? He is almost too beautiful. Six foot one, blonde hair. He then peeled off the lockers and walked in the opposite direction. Disappearing into the crowd. Alice asks, "What's wrong, Carlie?"
"It's nothing, just thought Eric Sinclair was staring at me."
"He is always starting at you." Alice says nonchalantly. I was about to ask what she meant when a familiar voice calls, "Carlie, Alice, wait up." We both turn to face our friend who helps keep our grades up. He asks, "Do you two want to Rocky's after school?"
"Can't, I have volleyball practice, and Carlie has detention." Oliver looks at me and asks, "Spacing out in math again?"
"I was anxiously watching the clock." I correct. I then ask, "Who really needs math?"
"Um construction workers, scientists, math teachers." I point my hand to him and say, "Great they can have that 2a-2b=13a nonsense." I say. He rolls his eyes and says, "Some people like math Carlie."
"Nobody likes math Oliver, except for you." Alice chimes in. He gives her a dirty look. That look immediately turned into an awed look. We followed his gaze to see why. Alice pinches his ear. She pulls it to face her. She says, "Zuri Michaelson is way out of your league Oliver."
"Let a guy dream." Alice and I laugh. But what was in the back of my mind was Alice's comment. He's always staring at you.