Not-so-Freshmen
Chapter One
My friend, Camille clutches my hand as we walk up to the front door of the high school. It's our first day as Freshmen. Great right? NO.
Just before I open one of the big double doors in front of us, someone jabs me in the side with their fingers. Camille and I turn around to see my best friend, Tori behind us, with her comical grin.
"Hey girlie," I smile at her. "You ready?" Tori (of course) nods.
So, the three of us open the doors and walk into the school. After making an easy turn into the Freshmen hallway, we are greeted by yelling teenagers. I hear Tori sigh. We had hoped that our grade would have matured at least a little bit over the summer. The students in front of us prove that they hadn't.
A boy with brown hair notices us and smiles. Camille's boyfriend, Derek. He walks over to us, and wraps his arm around Camille's waist.
"Hey, baby," he grins flirtily, leaning in closer to her face.
"Woah, woah, WOAH!" Tori says, loud enough for our little group to hear.
"Either pause the love-fest, or go get a room!" I laugh, and high-five Tori. Both Camille and Derek roll their eyes and walk off, hand-in-hand.
"Oh, couples.." I sigh, examining the crowded hallway for new guys. Nothing so far. Our grade is full of idiots and jerks. None of the guys are worth anything...
I'm snapped out of myself when Tori grabs my hand.
"We aren't going to get heartbroken this year, right Paisley?" I nod, even though I have no way of honestly guaranteeing her that.
Then, her seriousness disappears, and she smiles at me. "Alrighty. See you at lunch?"
"Of course."
We go our separate ways, and I find my locker. Somehow, I managed to get a locker in between two guys. Awesome. I recognize one of them as Marcus. Nobody special. But I don't recognize the other guy.
I slink to my locker without saying a word to either guy. I put in and take out supplies, and write a reminder of my ride home with Tori on my little dry-erase board without speaking to anyone.
"Hi, I'm Wesley." A deep voice says next to me.
"Hi Wesley, I'm Paisley. Are you new?"
"Mhmm... I'm guessing you're not.."
I chuckle. "You are correct."
".. Yeah.." His voice drifts off, and I think he's stopped speaking to me. But I'm wrong.
"So, I guess I'll see you around?"
"Yepp," I say, turning to him, and finding that he's looking right at me. Wow, he's gorgeous. Jet black hair with bangs that tickle his eyebrows, ice blue eyes, small round nose, thin lips. Skinny, with big hands. He grins at me, nods, and turns to walk away.
I smile to myself. Good job, Paisley. You didn't scare him off.
What do you think, should I keep going? :)
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