I looked down at my science assignment in confusion, and suddenly frustrated at the fact that I couldn't get the hang of it

I looked down at my science assignment in confusion, and suddenly frustrated at the fact that I couldn't get the hang of it. If it takes 3248 J to heat 2.22 grams of chocolate from 12 degrees Celsius to 17 degrees Celsius, what is the heat capacity? Damn, I really wish that I were good at science.

Before I blew from the anger, someone walked through the door. I looked up only to be greeted by a pair of brown eyes that were possibly the most beautiful things that I have ever seen. I looked over the rest of the body: flawless.

I was interrupted by the teacher, who had ever so politely asked who the new comer was.

"I'm Ashley Davies. I just transferred here," the angel spoke. Even her voice was amazing.

"Ah, Ms. Davies, we having been waiting for you. Why don't you have a seat next to… Ms. Carlin. Will you please raise your hand, Ms. Carlin?"

Hell yeah I will. I raised my hand with confidence, trying to be cool, yet seductive at the same time. Ashley had reached her seat in a couple seconds. She sat down slowly. My prayers must have been answered, because this girl is possibly the most beautiful girl in the state of California.

"Hi, I'm Spencer," I said, introducing myself.

"Ashley. Nice to meet you."

"You too. So, where are you from?" I've never been the friendly type before, but I really thought that I should get to know this girl.

"Originally, I'm from Tulsa, but I traveled around a lot with my dad."

Interesting.

"Interesting. What does your dad do? Is he some kind of salesman?"

She looked hesitant before she answered, but said something anyway. "Um… not really. Try rocker. Raife Davies… ever heard of him?"

Oh. My. God. I'm sitting next to Ashley Davies. THE Ashley Davies. Stay calm Spencer. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Are you okay?" She asked, with concern apparent in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little hot is all." Way to play it cool, Carlin. You always screw things up.

"Oh alright. Hey would you mind, maybe showing me around today? I haven't really met anyone as friendly as you today, and I'm still a little lost… You don't have to if you don't want, I just thought that maybe"—

And I thought I was a nervous wreck.

"Breathe, Ashley! I would be honored to show you around. And maybe after school we can hang out, and get a bite to eat?"

Smooth.

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Cool."

The bell rang right on time, as usual, and Ashley and I got out of our seats.

"So what's your second hour?" I asked Ashley.

"Well, from the looks of it, I would say English in room E122."

"Aren't you in luck. That is also my next class."

Pretty soon, we got to the class. We talked about everything and nothing on the way there. I learned a lot about Ashley: she sings, and plays like five hundred instruments, and she took a year off from traveling with her dad to go to school.

"So, Spencer, tell me about yourself," she said as she finished her life story.

"Well, I have 2 brothers, and I moved here from Ohio when I was 4. I love rock music, and I play volleyball and softball… I'm really not that interesting."

What? I'm not. The only thing cool about me is that I'm a cheerleader. But I hate it. It's so stereotypical and condescending.

"Really? I took you to be one of those preppy cheerleaders who doesn't hang out with freaks like me."

Freak? I don't think so.

"You got the cheerleader part right. And why do you say you're a freak? I'd say that you're pretty cool. But then again I've only known you for what? Like 5 minutes?"

"Haha. Yeah. But I am a freak. At my last school, I had like 3 friends. No lie." Wow. I would have thought that she was the preppy cheerleader who doesn't like freaks. She's so beautiful and gorgeous, and… everything that anyone could ever want in another person.

"Now why is that? I would have thought that you had more than 3 friends."

"Lets just say that people in Tulsa aren't so 'yay-gay' in high school."

She's gay. This is like the best day of my life.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, people here aren't so 'yay-gay', but you'll have more than 3 friends. If you're lucky, you might get 4!"

"Thanks. So you're okay with it? I mean, me being gay and all?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I mean, if I didn't like gay people I would have to be suicidal or something."

Oh, by the way, I'm gay, if you didn't already catch on. But you probably already did. It's not everyday that you hear about a girl checking out another girl now is it?

"So, you're gay?"

"Yes, Ms. Davies, I am. This is one proud lesbian you're lookin' at!"

We laughed until we heard the 2-minute warning bell. We got to the door as the laughing subsided.

"Thank you so much Spencer. I don't know what I would do if you weren't showing me around." She looked very thankful and excited.

"It was my pleasure," I said with my genuine smile.

We were both looking each other in the eye, and I felt like I was drowning in her big, chocolate orbs. When I looked at her, I felt something that I didn't feel with other people. It was like a connection. I don't know… something that told me that we were supposed to meet one day. I don't know… fate maybe?