Wave Hello

Chapter 1

Hi! How was spring break? Well, my spring break is over, but that question was for those of you on spring break. Meh. Hope you like this! BTW, this story is all about Massie's POV. Sorry! For Massington, read I Promise. Bye!

-Anastasia

Massie's POV

I uncertainly looked up at the dreary gray building of KISS (Knightsbridge Isle Secondary School) as I paused in front of the heavy oak wood doors of the entrance to the school. I quickly glanced down at my outfit; even in uniform. I opened my mouth to command Alicia, Dylan, Kristen, and Claire to rate me. I immediately shut my mouth after I realized that my four best friends were halfway across the world, and for once in my life; I was a loner. Sighing, I smoothed my dark blue pleated skirt. It looked like something Kristen's mom forced her to wear to school everyday. I tugged on my fluffy white knee-height knee-socks. Pulling down my emerald green Victoria's Secret camisole, I stared at my feet; trying to process that my powder pink pedicure was hidden by a pair of flat, sensible black Mary Janes. Oh, how I wished I could wear my new darling Chanel ballet flats, the black, silver, and gold accented ones still in the shoebox on the floor of my closet. I dusted off my soft navy vest (ah-bviously dork city) and unbuttoned the top button of my white cap-sleeved button-down lace blouse. I stroked my long chestnut ponytail, which I had accented with a cute sky blue bow. I straightened the silky red-and-blue striped tie, a dorky-but-cute-in-a-nerd-chic way accessory that was required.

I nervously tugged on my sparkling chandelier diamond drop-earrings and checked my makeup and gloss in my purple Swavroski crystal-studded Chanel compact. I hadn't had first day of school jitters since fourth grade when I transferred to OCD. Sliding my deep red leather Balenciaga purse on my left shoulder, I glanced down at my iPhone again. 0 NEW MESSAGES. Ugh. James hadn't texted me yet! He told me he'd text me before school started to help guide me around, but he hasn't sent anything. Suddenly, my phone exploded. No, not literally. My phone exploded with messages from the Pretty Committee.

Alicia: How's England?

Claire: We miss u!

Kristen: R u ur new skool?

Dylan: Did u meet a hawttie?

Claire: How was ur flight?

Alicia: Hows Bean?

Kristen: Any good shopping centers?

Dylan: Can u visit soon?

I let out an unlady-like snort when I read Dylan's latest text. I grinned like an idiot as my thumbs rapidly flew over my screen.

Massie: Dyl, I just got here! I'll try 2 visit 4 spring break.

Dylan: I know, we just miss u!

Massie: Ah-bviously!

Alicia: Do u have 2 wear a uniform?

Massie: Yep.

Claire: Send a pic!

Kristen: Yeah!

Massie: Done.

I raised her iPhone and snapped a quick picture of my KISS uniform. With a few keystrokes, an avalanche of texts confirmed that the PC had received the snapshot.

Kristen: What's up with the tie?

Alicia: Dork much?

Claire: U make it look good!

Massie: H8 the tie, but its mandantory!

Dylan: Mass is already becoming 2 sophisticated 4 us… Big words!

I beamed at Claire's supportive text and giggled at Dylan's funny one.

"Hello there, stranger."

I whip-turned to see who had said that. It was James, with his ah-dorable x10 accent and penny-brown heart-melting eyes. His dark thick black hair was fully messy in an ah-dorable-on-purpose kind of way. His full red lips were curved in an amused and mischievous smile. Dressed in khaki slacks, a crisp white button-up long sleeve with the cuffs folder back neatly, a navy-and-red cashmere sweater vest, the same nerd-chic red-and-blue striped tie, and shiny black leather shoes; James looked ah-dorable x100. Sweat pooled under my arms, an ah-nnoying habit that happened whenever I was nervous or- OMG…crushing on someone. Did that mean I had a crush on James? I sneaked a glance at James again. He was definitely crushable. I dropped my iPhone back into my red leather bag and smoothed my navy skirt. James grinned at me and offered me his arm; just like a gentleman.

"Shall we, milady?"

"Please, do."

I mock-curtsied and batted my Lancôme-coated lashes flirtatiously. James chuckled and I clasped his arm tightly. He walked me over to another drab gray building with a set of big heavy-looking polished oak doors with glass windows. With a dramatic sweep of his tanned arm, James said, "This, milady, is KISS's library." I peered inside the shiny glass to see dozens of nerdy LBRs hurrying to return, check out, or read books before first period started. I nodded briskly and gestured for James to continue his tour of KISS campus. James showed me the administration building, the auditorium, the classrooms, the quad, the cafeteria, the tennis courts, the swimming pools (indoor, of course), the locker rooms, and everything. And everything, and I mean everything, was painted some boring shade of gray. Out of the blue, just as I was sneaking glances at James's defined profile, he abruptly turned to me and said,

"Mass, why don't we go over to the administration building to retrieve you schedule?"

"Uh, when does first period start again?"

"8:00 sharp."

"That means…we have about seven more minutes before the bell." I confirmed, pulling out my phone to check the time. 7:53 AM. James grasped my wrist and pulled me over to the administration building. At the front desk (it was cherry wood, by the way), a kind lady with a glossy red bob and ice blue eyes helped me.

"Your name, Miss?"

"Massie Block."

The placard on the desk said, "Ryanne Kingsdove, Secretary." Ryanne typed rapidly on the glimmering white keyboard of her Mac flatscreen and retrieved a piece of still cream-colored manila paper from a white printer next to her.

"Here is your schedule, Ms. Block. Have a nice day."

"Thanks, Ryanne."

Ryanne nodded back politely, and returned to whatever was so intriguing on her computer. I looked down at my schedule to see which classroom I was to report to first.

Knightsbridge Isle Secondary School

Schedule for: BLOCK, MASSIE

Grade: 8

Student Identification #: 172459

Term 1 Courses:

Period 1: French. Bonlise, Amanda. Room C114

Period 2: Advanced Algebra. Gentile, Mitchell. Room A115

Period 3: English. Harlane, Mariah. Room A105

Period 4: Physical Education. Bonnet, Lucy. Gym.

Period 5: Lunch.

Period 6: Science 8. Ardou, Charlotte. Room A122

Period 7: History. Channing, Arlene. Room A144

Period 8: Intro to Advanced Technology. Castor, Blair. Room C113

I stared at my schedule; completely overwhelmed. How on earth did I manage to get into Advanced Algebra? I was failing plain old regular Algebra back home in Westchester! If you counted a C+ as failing…which I do. And what about Intro to Advanced Technology?! I wasn't a tech geek, and had no interest in becoming one! I knew the basics of using a computer, like making documents and spreadsheets, email, presentations, and basic stuff like that. In no way would I be able to get through Advanced Technology. Ehmagawd! James snatched the sheet of paper out of my moisturized hands; while I stood there petrified. James's eyebrows lifted as he examined my schedule. He handed the paper back to me and whistled.

"Well aren't you a smart one? Advanced Algebra and Advanced Tech?"

"Well…um…"

"Don't worry, I was just teasing! I have those classes too. Let's go, I'll walk you to French. Friendly tip: if you lie low, Mademoiselle Bonlise won't call on you as much."

"Much obliged, James."

"Here, look at my schedule. I have a few classes with you."

James handed me his schedule and smiled at me while I read it through.

Knightsbridge Isle Secondary School

Schedule for: PIERRE, JAMES

Grade: 8

Student Identification #: 132847

Term 1 Courses:

Period 1: English. Harlane, Mariah. Room A105.

Period 2: Advanced Algebra. Gentile, Mitchell. Room A115

Period 3: Science 8. Ardou, Charlotte. Room A122

Period 4: Physical Education. Bonnet, Lucy. Gym.

Period 5: Lunch.

Period 6: French. Bonlise, Amanda. Room C144

Period 7: History. Channing, Arlene. Room A144

Period 8: Intro to Advanced Technology. Castor, Blair. Room C113

I was glad to see that James would be in my Algebra- excuse me- Advanced Algebra class, my technology class, my history class, and gym- Ehmagawd! No! No! I couldn't let James see me fail in gym class while wearing those tastelessly dorky gym uniforms! Eh. Ma. Gawd! In the middle of my internal chaos, James tugged on my arm.

"Come on, Mass!"

"We're going to be late!"

"Now you notice?!"

We sprinted to the language department as fast as we could with me tripping over my Mary Janes. At the door of my classroom, I paused nervously. The Lemon Zest Luna bar I had for breakfast in the limo was swirling in my stomach. James rolled his beautiful brown eyes teasingly and opened the door and shoved me in before I could protest. I glared at him playfully through the small glass window that he returned with a small finger-wave and a smirk. I turned on the heel of my black flats and faced the classroom full of LBRs. I did a nanosecond scan of the classroom, and found three girls who would be perfect for my new clique, the Babydolls. Yes, the Babydolls. They just needed a little…help. The rest of the students were book-reading LBRs, LBRs with scientific minds blabbing about some dumb mineral composition thingy, and most of the LBRs had ugly outdated frizzy hairstyles and gross complexions. Eh. Ma. Gawd.

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-Anastasia