Something More

Clicks and Sparks

Chapter 2: Clicks and Sparks

Tasha's POV

Mondays. Ugh.

"Waazzzuuuppp Tashaaaaa!" Jake screamed in my ear. Jake's a really good friend of mine, practically family. He moved from Canada last year and moved in the house across the street. His mom and mine became good friends and most weekends, their whole family would come to ours and hang out. The moms would drink coffee in our verandah, the dads would be out playing golf or something, Jake's 14 year old brother Cody would play with Vinny, and Jake and I would hang out by the balcony in front of our house. We usually just talk about random stuff, but mostly about music. We have the same taste for music; we both love Mayday Parade and A Day to Remember. We clicked right away and every weekend, we'd always talk and laugh. There was a time when he started asking me to hang out with him more and one day he told me he liked me and asked me out. My family thought we would be a perfect couple but I rejected him right away and things were kind of awkward for a while but it went back to normal in no time.

"Hey Jake, do you mind not spitting in my ear? It's kind of disgusting." I said. We had Chemistry first period together and he sat behind me. We had a seating plan and Tara sits next to him and I'm sitting in my station alone, with my bag next to me. Thanks to my smart-ass lab partner for ditching me.

"Oops. Sorry Tash. Hey by the way, did you guys like the game yesterday? We smashed those lame as cuuubs!" He was talking about the soccer game he had yesterday and his family invited us to come and watch with them.

"Yeah it was actually entertaining. You did good man," I gave him a hi-5. "Vinny said you were his favorite player out of the team; I reckon he just had too much pizza." I continued.

We didn't get to finish the conversation because Mr. Caprisse came in the room. Tara was right behind him trying to squeeze through before the bell rang.

"Okay class, get your books out and be good students, the principal will be coming to check on how we're doing. If you guys don't let me down, I'll give you treats tomorrow first thing, deal?"

The class cheered and I looked over at Tara who was re-applying her lip gloss. She saw me looking and muttered "I'm sorry" under her breath. I smiled. We were back to normal.

The principal came in and greeted our class. He talked to the teacher for a couple of minutes and Mr. Caprisse called for our attention. "Guys, eyes and ears on me, please. Mr. Barry here just informed me that we have a new student for our class. His name is Taylor. Isn't that exciting?"

The class faked a smile 'cause that's what we were good at, fooling Mr. Barry. A guy walked inside the room, wearing a flannel shirt and shorts. He was carrying a skateboard and a blue bag—pfft. He's a clone of what the guys in this school are like. I couldn't see what he looked like because he was looking down in his shoes and his face was covered with long dark brown hair, kinda like the Bieber style that most of the guys had. Instead, I just looked down and found a scrunched up paper in front of me.

It said: Hey, saw the guy the office this morning, he's alright. Kinda cute. Gorgeous eyes though! Soz about yesterday ae, I'll make it up to you lunch! Tara xxx

By 'I'll make it up to you lunch', she means 'I got my allowance, I'll treat you!' It's been our tradition since 9th grade and treating each other is our way of making up.

"…empty seat next to Tasha. Tasha, could you kindly move your bag and let this young lad sit beside you?" Mr. Caprisse said. Huh? "Oh uhm, yeah, sure."

The guy walked over to where I was and woaaaaah, his eyes are green. Not hazel, not blue-green. It's deep green and Tara was right, it was absolutely gorgeous. Is he wearing contacts or is it real? I quickly removed my bag from the chair and I caught him staring at me. His stare was unusual though, not like the ones I usually get from guys who compliment me after. It was different, something more than just a stare. Then just like that, something clicked inside me. I don't know what, just, something.

Taylor's POV

Wow. She's beautiful. Simply beautiful. Long red locks, eyes bluer than the sky and pale white skin, she's absolutely gorgeous. Something inside me sparked, I don't know what but I felt it.

"Hey, uhm, sit down?" she said. Shit, she must've caught me staring at her. I sat down and set down my stuff, trying to avoid her sharp eyes.

I started school today and I ended up sitting beside a beautiful girl for first period. I don't know what I did right but God must've been smiling down upon me. A girl this beautiful, happiness must be on its way.

The teacher started teaching but I couldn't concentrate. Fortunately, Chemistry was something I was good at and hopefully I'm not missing out on anything. I had better things to think about, like 'what's her name'? I must've missed the teacher mentioning it while I was awkwardly staring at her.

I looked at her again, and down her book. There was a blank paper sitting above her notebook but I could make out the word 'Halley'. Halley, is that her name? It suits her.

The class went slow but when it finally ended, I wanted to talk to her. I needed to talk to her. I bent down and got my stuff but when I came up she was already walking out.

"Ms. Laurence, hold up. If you don't mind, will you take this lad here to his next class? I think you have most classes together, as it says here on my laptop." The teacher said.

She looked at me and forced a smile. "Uh, yeah sure." Her voice is adorable, like a 10 year old.

She started to walk and I followed her. We had history together as it says on my timetable. "So uh…" I didn't get to finish my sentence 'cause a paper fell from her book. "Oh uhm, Halley, your paper…"

She turned around and looked at me like I was a psycho. "What did you just call me?"

Huh? "Uh… Halley…? It said on your book so…"

"Oh… I'm sorry. My name is Tasha and only my brother calls me Halley, my middle name." she said.

"Oh, cool. My name's Taylor." I said back. We continued to walk and talk about subjects we have together. We have all classes together except music, she has art. She was easy to talk to, bubbly and her voice confident. We reached our class and she started to walk to her seat but I stopped her.

"Halley sounds better though." I said. Her face was blank for a second like she had no idea what I was on about but she smiled at me and said, "Yeah, yeah it does. Welcome to SAMO HI, Taylor."