Chapter One

I woke up early Monday morning to get ready for school. I got out of the shower and checked my phone. I had a text from my boyfriend Devon. It said:

Good Morning babe!

I replied:

Good Morning to you too hun!

Then I got ready. I put on a neon green spaghetti strap tank top, white skinny jeans, white hoodie and neon green flip flops. I pulled my auburn hair into a high ponytail. Leaving my side bangs in my face… kind of anyway.

I put on some light green eye-shadow that complimented my green eyes. I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs. My phone then went off again.

What's up smexy?

I replied:

Nothing. Just got done getting ready… hby?

I grabbed a bowl and ate some toast. My parents weren't usually up at this time so I had the whole time by myself. I usually took advantage of it by practicing my dancing. During that time I was really thankful that my parents were heavy sleepers. I didn't pick up that trait sadly. I was a light sleeper and woke up to the softest of sounds or movements. It kinda sucked really.

At six thirty I walked outside to my bus stop. The bus came shortly after. Devon never texted me back the whole bus ride. That was the thing about him. When you texted him he texted back…but then quit for so long then he would text you back. Sometimes on the weekends or during the summer he'll always reply no matter what though.

I've dated Devon for a year or two…at least I think so. I lost track. Anyway Devon liked living on the edge. He was always looking for excitement. That's one of his many traits that drew me to him. He was also never afraid to speak his mind no matter what the consequences…which is the total opposite of me. I like to keep things to myself unless my temper gets the best of me. Let's just say it was hard to keep it under control.

Devon on the other hand controlled his temper very well, but if you pissed him off good enough you'd wish you wouldn't have. He can put up a good fight. He has shaggy blond hair and brown eyes. ( I am…well a sucker for brown or blue eyes. I honestly don't know why though). He always wears his pants or whatever kind of baggy sometimes. It don't bother me none.

When I got to the school I went straight to my locker. I didn't care if I had to be in the gym or not. I had to talk to my homeroom teacher anyway. I grabbed my books and went into my homeroom class.

"Mr. Jones?" I asked looking around the room.

"Oh! Hello Kayley. You scared me for a minute. What's up? Aren't you supposed to be in the gym?" Mr. Jones (One of the coolest teachers ever!) asked.

"Yeah…but I needed to give you this." I said handing him a bag. "It's my volleyball uniform. Could you give it to Coach C? I don't know if she's here or not and I figured since you're a teacher and well…she's a teacher you could ya know…give it to her." I said.

"Sure!" He said taking the bag and setting it on his desk.

"Thanks…plus I also know you have a little…crush on her." I whispered the last part. "And it could also give you a chance to talk to her."

"I don't know…do you think she'll talk to me back? I mean what if she don't like me in the way I like her? What should I do Kayley?" Mr. Jones asked sitting in his chair.

"Well just talk to her like you would talk to any other female or male…or anyone at that matter. Just carry on a conversation like you would with anyone else. It couldn't be that bad could it? Oh! And try not to screw up and talk about something…well lame. Try to keep her interested." I said pulling up a chair.

Kids started coming in.

"You know what! That's great advice. I think I might actually do that. Thanks." Mr. Jones said.

"Anytime…just remember you can talk to me anytime if you need advice." I said putting the chair back and taking my seat.

"What was that about?" Devon said sitting in the seat next to me.

"Nothing I just had to help Mr. Jones." I said. "And why didn't you ever text me back?"

"I was busy okay?" He said looking at me.

"Okay. Whatever."

"Listen…I'm sorry I just sounded like a dick. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you."

"Thanks babe. Love you."

"Love you too."

I know the relationship I have with Mr. Jones is pretty…well strange but after you've known a guy for years that tends to happen. And he wasn't even old…he was more like nineteen or twenty.

"Hey Kayley…guess what?" My best friend Chloe said.

"What?" I replied.

"You can come over this weekend! Pluuuus if you do slash can…you can come to our last game Friday! You'd get to see me cheer for our final game. We came up with some new stuff and well in my opinion it's friggin' ah-ma-zing!" Chloe said.

"Awesome! I'll ask tonight if I can." I said.

"Good. You better be able to or Imma bitch slap some sense into yo mama!" Chloe laughed.

I smiled. Chloe was what you would call the pretty, preppy, girly, cheerleader type. But if you've known her as long as I have you learn her secrets. Behind all that Chloe is a sweet, shy, quiet person. Like I said you would have to know her like I do to know that. She has pretty light blond hair, bright, light blue eyes. Today she had on a light pink tank top, dark blue skinny jeans, brown hoodie and light pink flip flops. Her hair was in two low pigtails. Her side bangs in her face.

Chloe has a boyfriend too. His name is Jake. He's Devon's best friend (What do you know? *Gasp*). Jake has light brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. He had like the same personality as Devon only he was more bad. Chloe always seemed to go after the bad boys. Which made me surprised she hasn't been knocked up yet. Even if we are in eighth grade.

As the class started filling up I realized that this was gonna be a long day. Until the bell indicated for us to go to first period. I stayed where I was 'cuz I was already there. So was Chloe and Devon. As the class started to fill up with some new and old people I realized that this day might not be as bad as I thought. But yet again…you never know.