CHAPTER ONE
Hi, I'm Chrissy.. Or Chris, Whatever. Anyways...This is my first year of high school. I'm so nervous.. I mean, Last year can't be too different.. RIGHT?
I was at school. I Checked my schedule. SCIENCE. Science first. Are you for real!? I suck in science. I almost failed last year, But it can't be that difficult. I refuse to walk into that door, And enter that room. I kind of force myself to though. I take a seat. The Boy next to me, LOOKS CUTE!!!
I'm in lov- I mean, I think we could be best friends or something. The teacher, Mr.Benfield Runs his mouth, I'm too distracted to hear the words coming out of his mouth! I stare at the boy next to me, Until.... HE LOOKS!!! He sees me staring, Awkward.. So we're doing this weird project where you can make a cloud appear in a bottle, I don't watch, I Don't listen. I stare. I mean, I can't resist looking at this boy! I walk up to him and ask his name, He says "Jason". Even his name is cute. Then, the worst thing in the world happens. "What are you on, LOL you keep staring at me." he says. I freeze. Then, he says "I'm taken, y'know." WHAT DO I DO? WELL I SLAP HIM, On accident- or on purpose- i don't know, I didn't mean to do it! The whole class stares at me. "Dude" Jason says. I try not to cry, My eyes burn so badly. The bell rings. I am the first one out the door; I look at my schedule again. Art. I have art. I would not be worried, IF I COULD ACTUALLY DO ART. Today is horrible. After art, is lunch. I decide not to eat lunch, and maybe just skip the next classes. So, I skip. I sneak out of school and i am home EARLY. But the only thing wrong about being EARLY is parents. "Why are you home, so early, dear?" My mother asks. "I don't feel well." I say. I run to my room and flop on my bed. Worst first day of school EVER.
"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him.
"Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't.
So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?"
He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions.
"This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown.
"Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous?
"I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep.
Not that I notice.
I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it.
I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me.
"Stop pretending to be perfect."
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