Dream On, McHeart

2. Boys Boys Boys

A/N: Ok so Wattpad is being a bitch about uploading chapter 1. :( So sorry if that's all weird, I'm doing my best here guys!

COMPETITION BOY TIME YEEEEEAH. I promise he's amazing. ;) Just don't pick sides yet!!!! You don't have all the background info! Wait until... I dunno. Just be patient with that. :3

But this chapter should make up for the mix-up, if you cant tell by the title. at least for you girlies. :] Enjoy! <3

Chapter 2: Boys Boys Boys

The next day, I arrived late to school. Hastily snatching up my school shit, I dashed into the building, stuffing my papers in my bag. I was nearly to my locker when-

"Oof." I collapsed to the ground. My stuff flew everywhere. I groaned, crawling to pick it up.

"Here, let me help you with that." A hand gently clutched my wrist and the boy I had run into knelt to join me on the ground. I stared. "What? You never meet a nice boy before?" he laughed.

"Nope." I refocused my attention back to the ground, slowly shoving half-finished assignments into my bag.

He grinned. "I'm sorry to hear it."

I didn't respond, sneaking glances at him between paper stuffing. His shaggy blonde hair fell over his sparkling hazel eyes, and he reached up to brush it away occasionally. His lips were perked in a perpetually smiling state, giving him a slightly innocent and naïve look. He had a wiry frame, yet his arms were laced with muscles and I would bet anything that his chest and stomach were too. I could imagine that every girl within a five-thousand mile radius had fallen for him.

How ironic that I had fallen into him.

He broke the silence, handing me the last of the papers. "I'm Shane."

I stood, and he joined me. Of course his name was Shane. It was only the hottest name ever. "I'm late," I said, giving him a hint of a smile.

He smiled back. "Me too. What class?"

We began walking. "AP English."

"No way! What room?"

"204A. Why?"

"We have the same class." He smiled to himself, fidgeting with the straps on his backpack.

I gave him a sideways look, my eyebrows knitting together.

"What?" He returned the look.

I stared straight ahead. "Just wondering how I didn't notice you yesterday," I muttered. I hated when my mouth acquired a mind of its own. It probably added to my player rep.

"Oh." He smiled again, this time at me.

My heart stuttered, and I hated myself for it. I looked at the floor as we walked. "Alice," I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Alice. My name is Alice."

He stopped outside the class and held his hand out for me to shake. "Nice to meet you, Alice."

I lifted my hand to his, and we shook. "You too, Shane."

He grinned, then opened the door. He swept his arm in a welcoming gesture. "Ladies first."

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I stood in the lunch line a few hours later, tapping my foot. There was no reason for it to take twenty minutes to hand over a slice of pizza to each person in front of me. Why couldn't they just give me the whole box and be done?

"Impatient much?"

I glanced up at the speaker and rolled my eyes. "Brendan. Why can't you flash that cliché smirk at some chick who might actually fall for it?"