Clare's POV

It was the first week of school. I was in 11th grade honors English even though I was only a Sophomore.

"Class, I need you to take notes on this movie about Shakespeare's life while I grade papers. Remember these notes are worth 100 points, so I would do a good job if I were you." Mrs. Dawes told the room. Wow notes worth 100 points, this was too easy. Mrs. Dawes plugged her headphones into her ears and started grading away as the movie started. I reached into my Abercrombie bag to get a pen, but my hand came up empty. I looked down and there were no pencils in my bag either. Crap. Looks like I will be down 100 points in the first week of classes. We were about 20 minutes into the movie and I was slouched resting my head on my hand. Everyone else's papers we almost full with facts and mine was blank.

"You do know that the point of notes is to have something written on sheet, right?" The boy next to me commented. He had dark hair and piercing green eyes that stood out in comparison to his all black attire.

"Hah funny." I replied giving him a sarcastic 'you think your cute don't you' look. "I would be writing if I had a pen, I'd even be grateful if I had a crayon right now."

"Hmmm well I have an extra pen. That is if you would like to use it?" He said reaching into his bag.

"Yes please!" I replied with a little more excitement then most people would have if they were receiving a pen. But hey I'm Clare Edwards and I'm not like most people. He resurfaced with a red pen in hand, about to hand it to me and then he stopped.

"Wait. I don't know if I can trust you with my lucky pen." He smirked knowing he was annoying me.

"It's just a pen! I will make sure to give it to you when class is over." I pleaded.

"Okay. Okay. Here ya go." He handed the writing utensil over. Our hands briefly brushed and it made me blush. UGH why was this kid making me blush.

Class was almost over now and my notes were successfully taken.

"Okay class," Mrs. Dawes said while turning on the lights and shutting the TV off. "You are dismissed." Finally. I rushed out of class to my locker, sorting through the books I was going to need for homework tonight. I slammed my locker door shut and was surprised by a body standing there.

"Jesum!" I breathed "What are you doing here?" I asked the boy from my English class.

"Well first of all my locker is right next to yours and second of all you tried to take off with my pen." I forgot all about his pen.

"Oh crap, sorry I completely forgot." I told him.

"Sur you did." He replied

"No I seriously did."

"Well I'm going to have to get your number so if you try to take off with any of my other belongings I can get them back." He smirked.

"I would give you my number , but I don't even know your name."

"Eli." He said.

"Okay, well let me see your arm." He handed his arm over. I rolled up his sleeve, grabbed the pen from his hand and wrote Clare Edwards à 808-735-6238. I smiled and walked down the hall to the exit door.

It was 5 o'clock now as I laid on my bed listening to my iPod. I felt my a vibration in my pocket. It was a text from a number I didn't recognize. Curios, I opened the text. It read "Hello Edwards it seems you took off with my pen again." Ohmygosh. I text Eli back .

"Sorry I didn't mean to do that…again. I'll bring your 'lucky' pen back tomorrow" Within a second it vibrated again.

"Or you could give it to me in a half hour at the dot. Besides you missed the 1st 20 mins of notes, you could use mine." I blushed for the second time today. What was that kid doing to me? This boy was mad cute and he seemed nice, but super smug. I decided to say yes, it was better than sitting at home listening to my parents fight, and I did need the first half of the notes….

"You better have some good notes or I'm not ever giving you back your lucky pen." I text him back.