Everything Happens for a Reason

Chapter 2

“Bye!” I shouted to my mom, who was watching the news in the living room. 

“Bye Gracie, have a great first day, sweetie!”

“Yep, I will. And thanks again, for everything, Mom. I love the house and my new car and all...”

“You betcha. Now go before you’re late.”

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I pulled into the high school parking lot and cut the engine. I took a few deep breaths. Today would be fine, I reassured myself. I stepped out of my little yellow bug and into the pouring rain. Why did it have to rain! I ran with my backpack on my head, hoping my curls wouldn’t turn too frizzy. I reached the entrance and everyone was staring at me. Everyone. Now that’s embarrassing. I took my backpack off my head and smiled, walking into the school. I played it cool on the outside but was burning with embarrassment on the inside.

I quickly walked through the hallways, trying to find the school’s office before the first bell rang. As I quickened my pace, I felt myself crash into something hard as I rounded a corner. I looked up and saw a pair of piercing green eyes staring into my big blue eyes. I broke away from the gaze and apologized. The boy’s attitude completely changed. He glared and stormed off, leaving me standing in the hallway, looking like a moron, unsure of what just happened. 

Still shaken up, I continued on my search for the office and luckily found it before the first bell. 

After the lady gave me my schedule, I headed off to first period; advanced chemistry honors. Great, something I’m good at, I thought to myself, smiling. Throughout the halls I got many different looks from people. Girls who sneered, girls who smiled at you, guys who checked you out, guys who completely avoided your gaze, and those who looked as confused as I did. 

I made it to chemistry just as the second bell sounded. I slid into the first empty seat I saw, trying not to draw attention to myself. I glanced to my right and saw the kid from the collision this morning. My cheeks flushed and I immediately felt nauseous. That kid’s cold glare scared me. As the teacher, I’ll just call him Mr. What’s-his-face, began explaining the lesson, the guy next to me slid a folded piece of paper my way. I looked up at him again, but he refused to look back at me. I quietly unfolded the paper and read the note, “You really should watch where you’re walking in the halls. Some people would have done a lot more than just glare at you...” I blushed again. That was so embarrassing, but it was partly his fault too. I began writing something back to him when the teacher called my name, “Grace? Grace Anderson?”

“Oh, um, yeah?” I said.

He was glowering down at me. “Passing notes, are we?”

“Uh, well, I-” I heard the kid next to me trying to hold back chuckles.

“Notes are not allowed in this class, Ms. Anderson. Shall we read this little note?”

“No, that’s alright,” I said smiling, trying to get Mr. What’s-his-face off my back.

The teacher’s gaze softened slightly, “Well, since it’s your first day, I won’t read the note out loud to the class, but please do not pass notes in this class.”

“Yes, I understand,” I confirmed, sitting father back in my seat, trying to block out the giggles coming from the students near the kid and I. 

The rest of the class was boring and the guy next to me was driving me crazy. I refused to look at him and every time he tried to get my attention, he’d elbow me in the ribs, making me whimper slightly. Each time he did that I got a nasty glare from the teacher. I do not think I was on his good side.

Luckily the bell rang, and I grabbed my bag, escaping before Mr. What’s-his-face could yell at me. I took off to my next class, so I didn’t have to talk to the kid. I had trigonometry next. 

The class passed quickly and before I knew it, I was back in the hallways. All of a sudden, I saw black and smelled cologne. I looked up and saw the kid... again. Thoughts flew through my brain before the words came out, How did this happen, what is the kid going to do to me?... 

Then I remembered what he did to me in science. I spoke before I could think, “Hey, kid, who do you think you are? Passing notes to me? Did you do that to get me in trouble? Now Mr. What’s-his-face in science class hates me, and the class thinks I’m some freak who writes notes like a fifth grader and, and-”

He cut off my rambling. “My name is not ‘kid,’ it’s Max...”

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Sooooo what do you think? I quickly typed this up, hoping you guys would like it =) You finally met the kid: Max, the bad boy... Do you like him, hate him? VOTE AND COMMENT! love you guyssssss