Chapter 1
Flora's POV
"Hey," said someone behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Oh-Helia," I said, the heat rising to my cheeks.
"Want to go to French together?" he asked casually. "S-sure," I said, closing my locker, locking it, and turning around to stand next to Helia.
"Flora?" asked Helia. He had lived in Britain, and lost his British accent after staying here with us for a while, and it was such a shame, too. His accent was really cute.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine," I said as I realized that his hand was firmly placed on my shoulder. I blushed (again) and turned away from Helia so he couldn't see the red on my cheeks.
As we walked to French, something occurred to me. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and also the Sweetheart Dance for the 9th graders. I wondered if Helia had a date…
"Hey Flora," said Josh, while staring at Helia's hand. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, shrugging away from Helia.
Things with Josh were… complicated. I mean, it was pretty obvious he liked me, and had even asked me out at times. But I didn't like him back, not in the way he wanted me to. I mean, he was fairly cute and tall with straight light brown hair and hazel eyes, but I didn't feel anything for him. He was a bit annoying as well, but I would never tell that to his face. It would be downright rude and impolite.
It was Helia I liked, and it had been that way for 6 years now.
Later, at Tecna's house
"We're going to have SOOOO much fun!" screamed Stella, while jumping on Tecna's bed. "I can't wait to see Brandon in a tux! Wait, what is everybody wearing?"
We all looked at each other and shrugged.
"WHAT? You girls don't know what you're wearing?" We looked down, ready for another one of Stella's outbursts.
"Do you?" retorted Layla.
"We are going to the mall THIS INSTANT! DO YOU HEAR ME?" screamed Stella, completely ignoring Layla's comment. I swear, sometimes that girl can scream so loudly, I wonder why the whole neighborhood doesn't come to Tecna's house with pitchforks.
"Jeez, Stell, take a chill pill already. I mean, at least we're going to the dance," grumbled Musa.
"Well, do you exactly have an option? Riven asked you, Musa, and I know you well enough not to turn him dow-n!" sang Stella.
"Shut up!" exclaimed Musa, throwing a pillow at Stella in the process. I burst into laughter, grabbing my sides as Stella fumed and insulted Musa's hair.
"Be logical, you guys, do you not want to go shopping?" said Tecna, taking my place as peacemaker for once.
"SHOPPING!" screamed Stella and ran out of the room. "Wait, is my hair okay?" she said, as she ran back into the room and inspected every inch of the mirror, trying to fix her hair as we moaned.
"I'm not sure I really want to go," I started as Stella dropped her comb and stared at me, along with the rest of the girls.
"Why?" asked Bloom.
"Well, who would I go with? You girls already have dates, I'll feel like a third wheel and as if I'm interrupting if I come." I said sadly.
"Ask Helia!" said Layla happily.
"Yeah girl, we already know how much he likes you, it's not hard to tell." said Musa.
"Well you girls don't know for sure if he likes me back, you just know that I like him." I mumbled.
"Well, you know we always have a way to find out…" said Stella in a mysterious voice, a smirk on her face.
"Okay, I'm REALLY scared now." I said.
"Well, Brandon and Helia are friends, right? So I'll just ask Brandon!" said Stella. "Easy! But we NEED to go shopping. I saw the CUTEST skirt at Charlotte Russe that was screaming 'Buy me, buy me!' So what are you waiting for ladies, let's go to the mall!" screamed Stella, dragging us all by the hand out the door.
This was going to be a very long day.
