Missy is Missing

1-First Day

Author's note: Image above represents what I imagine Sawyer Mayfield might look like. However, as he is multiracial, he should have curly hair and tanner skin.

2.9.21: I am changing his name from Thaddeus to Sawyer because I have another character in this universe whose name is Thaddeus and that was his name to begin with. <3

I checked the clock on my phone: 7:10 am. Fuck. Hastily grabbing my backpack and jacket, I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed my keys and yelled, "Missy, we're going to be late! Let's go!"

"One second! I'm having an emergency!" She called from her room.

I frowned, the adrenaline running through my veins. "We don't have time for emergencies!"

Missy cried, "I can't find my other boot! I can't go to school bootless!"

I sighed in frustration. "Pick out another pair of shoes, Missy! Preferably ones you can put on in the car. We have class in less than twenty minutes."

"Found it. Now I need to get my dance bag ready."

"Melissa, why wasn't this done last night?" I shook my head.

I heard a faint zipping sound. "Sorry, Sawyer. Now where's my ID?"

I turned toward the key rack and grabbed our IDs. "I have it! Now let's go. I'll be waiting in the car."

I turned on the engine and waited. In a few moments, Missy emerged with her backpack, dance bag, and purse. When she climbed into the passenger's seat, I tossed her ID to her and pulled out of the garage.

Melissa Anne Mayfield was my paternal cousin. She was a year younger than me, and was starting her sophomore year at Emerson high school. She was wildly popular in her class, judging by the four hundred followers on her ShareIt profile. As far as I knew, she didn't have any enemies.

Missy was a gem.

When we arrived at the school, I quickly exited my car, locked it, and ran into the building. My class was on the opposite side of the building, and I had five minutes to figure out which classroom to go to. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Wait, is this a movie?

As expected, I ran into the boy in front of me. His folder and notebook fell to the ground. I said, "I'm so sorry!" I rushed to the ground, and as I did, my head collided with his.

"Ow!" We cried at the same time.

"My fault," I said as he said, "I'm sorry."

I looked up and stared at him. He was a handsome man with pink lips, messy blond hair, and cerulean eyes. His jaw was sharp enough to cut me. For a split second, our eyes connected, and my heart raced wildly.

By some miracle, I was able to hand him his things. When he stood and said, "Thank you. I'm Oliver," I noticed how dry my mouth was. Was I staring? Oh god; he extended his hand towards me.

"Sawyer." I shook his hand timidly; his hands were strong and warm, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

"Are you going to Wing A?" There was nothing particularly enchanting with the way in which he articulated himself, but it must have been the way his eyes furrowed in concern for me. It felt like he understood me, and didn't judge me.

I could nearly hear my heart beat out of my chest. "Yeah. I'm looking for room twenty-three."

Oliver's eyes brightened up at that. "My first hour is twenty-five. Let's go!" At that, he grabbed my wrist and brisk walked towards Wing A.