"Hi beautiful" Hands wrapped around my waist. I turned around to see a tall boy with perfectly coiffed brown hair and piercing green eyes.

"Ugh, Sebastian stop being such a creep and fucking STOP following me everywhere!"

"I like you, what's wrong with that?", Sebastian grinned wolfish.

"You only want to have sex with me since you do this to every girl before you dump her.", I tried to avoid his eyes, while getting my stuff for sixth period.

"Well what should I say, I just like having sex with experienced women like yourself, cutie." He grabbed my hand and forced me to turn around.

"So what do you say? Dinner at Maggiano's at 6 and then ..", he winked.

I blushed and tried to give him the most loathing look that I have in my repertoire. "Let me go or – "

"Or what?", he looked at me innocently. "Just leave me alone Sebastian!" I slammed my locker shut and walked away quickly, feeling his gaze burning on my back.

As I stepped into French class a few minutes later looking for Lauren, I made short eye contact with the cutest, most handsome face on earth. Actually my heart skipped a beat – and so did I. On my way to the back of the class I tripped over a bag lying on the middle of the floor. I imagine myself having the look on my face like they have in movies, when you see someone falling in slow motion. But I landed soft.

I landed - well, I really want to say in his arms, because that would be so cliché and cheesy and therefore romantic, but I landed on top of the reason for my heart not knowing how to beat properly. I bet it had been very painful for him too, cause I'm pretty sure I knocked him down with my elbow, but he helped me up, smiled and said: "Well that's another way of meeting people. I'm Darren by the way."

He kept smiling at me and I couldn't help but stare into his big, hazel eyes. He had the cutest goddamn smile in the entire world. I remember staring at him and blushing when realizing that one minute went by without me saying anything.

"I-I'm Sarah."

"Chrm chrm" The French teacher had come in and was throwing stern looks at us, so I smiled at Darren, whispered: "I am SO sorry for falling on top of you!" and hurried to the back of the room, where Lauren was already waiting, giggling excitedly.

"Tell me EVERYTHING!" Lauren's voice got really high pitched. It reminded me of some Disney character.

"I don't know what you're talking about. What's there to tell. I fell over that stupid bag and landed-"

"in heaven"

"- on top of a boy .. who happens to be cute. So what."

"Sarah, you're blushing." I had to laugh at the expression on Lauren's face. I hadn't seen her that excited since her dad got her a brand new car for her birthday.

"Sorry to interrupt you ladies back there. Does my lesson disturb you? I'm sure whatever it is you are talking about can't wait! So what's so important, tell the whole class! Alors, ditez-moi - EN FRANCAIS!", you could tell the teacher was upset because he huffed in annoyance.

"Um .. nothing .. we were just talking about-"

"EN FRANCAIS!", the vessel on his forehead began to pulsate weirdly. God, he should be awarded Scariest Person On Earth.

"Um nous avons été en train de uhm .. » Oh shit, he caught me completely off guard. I never intended to take my exams in French so I didn't bother to pay attention for the whole past year. Therefore my French speaking skills were a bit rusted in. Oh great and now the cute boy was smiling at me.

"Ahm .. " I nudged Lauren, looking at her desperately.

" Désolé, M. Rhodes. Nous avons été en train de discuter le dernier devoir. », Lauren said in perfect french.

I felt myself blushing in shame. Well, at least the teacher was satisfied and droned on, while I was left feeling like a complete idiot. I managed to somehow blank not only the teacher but also Lauren out, who kept rambling about some Grant Gustin sex riot on twitter .. something about a photo shoot and a moustache. She would casually let out a quiet, suppressed squeal of joy, sigh and mumble something that sounded a lot like sooo sexy.

I flipped my notebook open and started drawing something without really paying attention to the motive, daydreaming while the chorus of It's time by Imagine Dragons was stuck in my head. It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I waaas. I felt the desperate need of standing up and giving an impromptu performance on the teacher's desk like they always did in Lauren's favorite TV series. God damnit, this lesson was so boring and the clock that was hanging by the blackboard seemed to be broken. Just as I was about to doze off, Darren, the cute boy I fell onto at the beginning of the lesson, turned around in his seat. He grinned adorable and – did he just wink?! He asked the person sitting behind him for a pencil and held a slip of paper up into the air so I could see what was written on it.

Just play along

He turned around again, leaving me incredibly fussed and irritated. My heart was pounding as he showed his hand to the teacher. "Sir, I'm not feeling well .. I think I might-" He made that kind of noise that made perfectly clear what he was about to do. M. Rhodes huffed in annoyance once again. "Err, alright. Just go to the bathroom, you're excused. Would somebody please escort Mr. uhm what's your name again?-"

" Criss"

"yes, would somebody please escort Mr. Criss to the bathroom?" Nobody was really eager to see the new kid barfing so nobody came forward. Not until Darren turned slightly on the spot to look at me intensely it dawned on me that this was my keyword.

"Uhm, I'll do it Mr. Rhodes.", I stood up nervously and made my way to the front. Out of the tail of my eye I saw Lauren staring at me with a mixture of disbelief and agitation. I could practically hear her screaming "TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT!". Together Darren and I left the classroom. As soon as the door closed behind us, the suffering, distressed look on his face was replaced by a big smile.

"Soou, what do you wanna do?"