Who Would Have Known?
Chapter 1: His Arms
It was only two more weeks until Christmas. The winter magic was in the air, and everyone at Sea View High was looking forward to their long break. The only thing putting a stop to their jolly carols was that they still had to endure two weeks of school.
"We still have two whole weeks! I don't think I can take much more…" Oliver complained at the lunch table.
"I know," Lilly sighed, as she took another swing at her Cola.
"Aw, come on, ya'll," Miley pleaded. "It ain't that bad." Lilly just rolled her eyes behind her soda can.
"Yeah, not for Miss Straight A Student," Oliver said, smirking. Miley replied by sticking her tongue out at him. It was a faded blue from the gum she was secretly chewing earlier in class.
Miley and Lilly stood up. "C'mon, Oliver!" Miley demanded as she tugged on his arm, trying to pull him off his chair. "We are going to be-"
"Late," Lilly finished, having already heard Miley's speech many times previous.
"Well, it's true!" Miley defended. "We can't be late, or we will get in trouble." At Miley's puppy wide eyes, Oliver got off his chair.
"We know. We know," Oliver said as he smiled at her. As the three friends started their way out of the cafeteria, Miley tripped over one of the legs of a red seat. Before she hit the ground, however, she felt a pair of rather strong arms wrap aground her waste.
Her nose was just inches away from the floor when he said, "Miles, are you okay?" She nodded sheepishly as he lifted her off the ground.
"Thanks," she said softly. Lilly smiled as she started to walk to her next class. To Miley's horror, the late bell rang.
And Oliver's arms were still around her waste.