Let's Fall in Love
Chapter One
Hey guys um I decided to write a Camaya fanfic. Depending on the reads/reviews/likes I will definitely continue this story. Soooooo ENJOY!
Sitting behind a Hollister model wanna be, who smelled like pot and far too much cologne, was not how I pictured my first day of tenth grade. But plans, as well as people, change as quickly as the seasons. One minute you're sitting on your hammock reading as dawn sets along the July sky and the next you're in a stuffy classroom filled with people with imaginably lower IQ's than yours. People say that your freshman year is the worst but boy are they wrong. You see I survived freshman year and I can tell you that it's only bad for the first few days whilst checking everyone, along with everything, out but high school is bad for four consecutive years with an interim of about four months. During those four months you feel so peaceful. Not having to wake up every morning at 5:30 to catch a loud, smelly yellow bus only to be harassed by large idiots who have no talent other than making your life a living hell is quite refreshing. But then it's over and you have to return to a place filled with people who don't know your name and people who know who you are but pray every day that you don't return to school. It's easier when you have friends though. Fortunately for me, I don't have any. Well, not yet anyways. This year I plan to have a shit ton of friends, or at least a select few people who actually care about me.
The five minute time frame between homeroom and your first class is psychotic. People yelling in the halls are a little too much for me which is why I've set the record for "getting to first period the fastest". It takes me exactly 45 seconds to get from homeroom to French, which is down the hall and to the left. Quite the speedster I know. Although I might seem like a nerd it's actually quite pleasurable. Watching people shuffle into the particularly large room is fascinating. Humans are quite interesting. The way they talk to people makes me wonder if I'll ever experience the joys of friendship. Sure I had loads of friends back home but so far none here. A boy with a little too long jelled brown hair, who I noticed was chewing gum, walked in holding hands with a blonde girl who was laughing at something he said, a joke probably. She was pretty. When she laughed she tilted her head back and crinkled her nose as an adorable yet almost inaudible laugh came from her mouth. As she sat down the boy kissed her before standing and waving to one of his other friends. Eventually he moved to where his friends were and started chomping on his gum like an animal, as if the teacher was blatantly deaf.
"Mr. Torres," the teacher directed his comment at the boy "you are not allowed to chew gum in this class"
A few people chuckled while he mustered an apology and went to spit out his gum. As more people filled the classroom I started to get my books out and prepare for class when I dropped my pencil. When I crouched down to get it I banged my head on the bottom of the desk and immediately pulled my head up forgetting about the pencil and focusing on the throbbing sensation that was now coursing through my body. When I looked up I saw her. She was absolutely stunning. Curly blonde hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes that could be spotted from a mile away. She walked in like she owned the room and damn did I believe it. She came in and sat next to me with a blonde boy taking the seat next to her. I was about to respond when a boy with short brown hair wearing a tie and sports coat walked up to me.
"Um excuse me" he said far more rudely than he intended I'm presuming "you're in my seat"
I stuttered like I was just learning how to talk when my newfound crush came to my rescue.
"Miles.." she started "don't be mean. Just sit next to him for today."
He huffed and sat down in the seat next to mine as the beautiful girl continued to talk to me.
"I'm Maya" she said cheerfully which made her eyes light up like Christmas lights "Maya Matlin. What's your name?" she asked extending her hand for me to shake
"Cam." I replied as I took her hand
As our hands touched I could literally feel the electricity we were creating. If falling in love was like falling through thin ice, where the cold water feels like knives stabbing you all over your body until you can't breathe, I knew I was in deep. And we haven't even spoken two well comprised sentences to each other. Great.