Chapter 1- Ten Feet off the Ground

I'm popular. I don't mean to sound rude or weird or anything, but I am. I've been popular, and to be honest, it's not all it's cracked up. Everyone's fake. Paulina Sanchez has a humongous crush on me. Life is good, or it should be. But I feel like I'm missing something.

My best friend's name is Tucker, he's not popular. Sorry, but he's not. He's a lovable techno- geek, and he's dating Valerie. They're great together, but I sometimes wishI was a geek like them, and I wasn't followed by a group of laughing kids everywhere. Even to the bathroom! It's sick.

Today, something happened to me.

And it's not good.

A new girl came to our class. She was very pretty, not superficial looking like some girls, cough, Paulina, cough.

She had shoulder length glossy black hair; her eyes were amethyst, and sparkled. She wore a black mini-skirt, with a long sleeved lilac shirt, with a black tank top over it. She had on black combat boots, and she was looking around nervously.

Mr. Lancer guided her into the room, and said, "Here, Samantha, (to which she scowled, and told him, "My name is Sam, Mr. Lancer" with a wry smile) um, Sam, you may sit next to Mr. Fenton. And class, be nice to Ms. Manson, she's new to Amity, I trust you'll make her comfortable."

He then gave me a look that said, be nice, and walked back to his desk at the front of the room. When he turned his back, whispers filled the room.

I hadn't yet gotten a good look at her yet, so I swivled in my seat, to look at her, and my chair scraped the ground. The girl, Samantha (Sam?), turned in her seat to see what made the noise, and then she looked at me.

And I don't know what happened, but, when her eyes locked with mine, I started to sweat, and my eyes widened, and then, she smiled.

Her smile brightened her face, and she was breath- taking, seriously, I am not kidding.

Then my breath caught in my throat, and I turned sharply in my seat, and the desk knocked back and forth, and it fell to the side, since I was sitting in it, I fell to the ground too.

The class laughed gently, and some of the girls went, "Danny, are you alright?" and the guys helped me up.

Tucker gave me a look, like, 'What the heck just happened? You are not the clumsy one'.

I gave him a wide eyed look, and gestured to the new girl.

'What about her?' he mouthed.

'I don't know. I-' I started mouthing, but then Mr. Lancer was standing next to my desk, "Is there something you'd like to share?"

"No." I said, slumping in my seat.

Why did this girl who I barely know, freak me out? I don't know. I'll have to ask Tucker.

AFTER CLASS

The minute class was over, I explained the whole thing to Tucker, and he listened with an interested look on his face.

"And she just freaks me out. Like, when she looks at me and I start to sweat and I fall or do something stupid." I babbled.

"You're in love, dude." Tucker said, giving me a look, "If you're serious, I honestly think you love her."

Suddenly a song came to my mind, my sister listens to it all the time, it's like her favorite.

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home

I shook the song out of my mind, "I do not love the new-"

Sam was walking by, and I stopped and stuttered, "H-hi, S-s-Sam. You're new. I know that. I mean, ugh, you're new?"

'You're new??? Where did that stupid phrase come from???? What does that mean?'

"Yeah, I'm new. And you're Mr. Fenton, correct?" She smiled again, and my knees went weak, and I stared at her.

"uh, Daniel. No. that's not my name. Well, that is my name. it's Danny. My name's Danny. I think. Yes. DANNY!" I stuttered.

She laughed, "You're funny. Hey, could I sit with you and uh, Mr. Foley… sorry that's all I remember from Mr. Lancer when he introduced you guys … at lunch? I don't know many people yet." She seemed slightly embarrassed to have to ask.

"YES!!! I mean- sure it's fine." I was sweating.

"Cool. Thanks, oh, got to go, see ya at lunch." She said, and jogged off to her next class.

"I think I'm going to puke." I said.

"Dude, you got it back. Sorry. But you love that Manson girl."

"I know. It's like when she talked to me, I was ten feet off the ground watching her and me, and watching me freak out. It's so weird. I got to go, I'll see you later."

I walked off to my next class, thinking, "when she smiles, I'm ten feet off the ground, oh, I'm in for it."

I'm in love with the new girl.

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