Max's P.O.V.
It was just another day at school. No wait, the only abnormal thing was that we were having a new student at our school. I woke up from a pretty nice dream about chocolate hot fudge sundae…bad Max, what if someone sees you drooling?
I flung myself from the bed (due to my mom's yelling, not of my own enthusiasm; it just never works that way) and got into the shower.
School was pretty normal for me. I got okay grades, I have a lot of hi-friends, but the only thing supposedly 'abnormal' about me was that: I've never gone out with a guy.
It seems that girls at this school have their own permanent records of the guys they go out with. Whatever.
I dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight-fit blue shirt.
"You're going to be late Max!" I heard my mom's oh-so familiar yelling from downstairs. I raced down bounding along with my backpack. "Do you want me to drive you there today?" she asked once I reached downstairs.
Come on, it's high school. "No thanks mom, I'm walking there with Hannah, remember?" I reminded her with a look. I brushed my hair once again as I stared into the hand held mirror.
"Okay then. Always stick together. I can't pick you up after school, you know that…so, walk home with Hannah. Just call me if she can't," my mom said since what felt like the 100th time starting from yesterday. I nodded hastily and headed out the door.
"Hey Hannah!" I yelled and ran down the street where I found her squinting at the up coming sun and seeing me.
"Max! I've been waiting forever. You slow person," she jokingly exaggerated the time as we both walked down the cool morning side walk.
"So, did you hear that the new student is a guy?" she asked trying to cover her obvious consideration. I nodded knowingly.
"Yeah. What about him?" Only in a school so small would we all know and care about the new student.
"So, I like heard that like he's cute!" she squealed finally peeling her uneasily concealed mask of sincerity. I groaned.
"Are you planning to go out with him?" I asked knowing that she would try anyway. Hannah wasn't that, I told her already, but since the day I said her curls looked awesome, she couldn't stop trying to hook up with every guy.
"No. I was wondering if you were. I mean, Max, I already know like six guys who are dying to go out with you. You've crushed all their hearts," she said with some hard time. She had this whole 'I hate you Max when it comes to guys' problem.
"I didn't crush their hearts! I was preparing their weak hearts for better standards than me." I said as I stuck my nose up high and walked a little faster.
"Whatever," she muttered.
A good twenty minutes later, we arrived at the school under the tense atmosphere of anxiety and hopes for the new student.
I was talking to some of my friends, when I heard a sudden clamor of murmurs coming from the general direction of the parking lot. Oh. He must have arrived.
I couldn't see him as well as I hoped. Wait a minute, why did I care? Anyways, I couldn't see him because everyone was all over him trying to talk to him, making him claustrophobic.
I noticed that he felt claustrophobic because I caught a glimpse from his dark eyes that quickly found mine.