Here we go again….

Story starts out a bit slow, but I need to build some foundation before getting to the juicy parts, wink wink.

English class wasn't too bad. Mr. Bennett (One of my fav, by the way) has always been an awesome teacher. I didn't really know anyone there (like close friend or whatever) but there were a few familiar faces. All in all is wasn't too bad.

During the one and a half hour duration of class, he went over what he expects this year, what we'll be going over, the essays, and presentations, and eeep! the speeches we'll have to give. And even though I did say he was my fav, never said I liked how hard he pushed us!

(ugh!)

Now I make my way to Math. (I really, really, don't like math! I royally suck ass at it! And no offense to those math geeks and wizards, but who the hell cares about math? Like seriously? I get teaching the basics, you know, but after like 5th grade, math was just stupid!)

(Why the hell would I need to know what 'X' equals to? Or learn how to do graphs on my stupid calculator? Like seriously? When would I use this in the real life?!!)

To make matters worse, I have Mr. Bates this year (Picture short, stocky, protruding stomach, bottle bottom glasses, greasy full of dandruff hair, and booooring voice, and that's Mr. Bates.) Aside from his natural beauty (HA!) he is as OCD as they come, and anal as hell! Gives out way too much homework and no extra credit.

It's safe to say, I'll be lucky if I get a C this semester. But on the plus side (Yes there is one!) I have this class with Ollie.

As I walk in the class, I already spot Oliver sitting down chatting away with Jake. (The Jock) I make my way over and seat next to him and elbow him so he notices me.

"Hey guys" I greet them.

Oliver finally turns around and faces me. "Hey Lilly." And wiggles his eyebrows. "So…how was she?"

It takes me a few seconds to understand what the hell he was talking about. Then I remember the whole Mrs. Gray conversation, but judging by the eyebrow wiggling, I'm sure the dork already knows everything about her!

"Ugh, Oliver, why you wasting my breath when you already know? You probably know more than I do and she's my teacher." I glance at him. "You're worse than a girl at gossiping I swear!"

I hear Jock Jake snicker in the background.

"Hey don't be hatin' just 'cause I know the 411!" He says this with such a straight face that I couldn't help it and laugh out loud.

He smiles back.

"Okay so do you want to know what's up or not, Lilly?"

But before I can even say Hells to the Yeah, in walks the stud Mr. Bates.

Sigh. Well I guess I will have to wait until lunch to know more about Mrs. Gray (That last name really doesn't fit her.) Hmm, wonder why I even think that?

I look up at the board as Mr. Bates is writing and starting to speak.

(Shit! This is going to be one loooong class!)

After an eternity of day dreaming, spacing out and passing notes back and forth with Oliver, the bell finally rings, which signals its lunch time! Hallelujah!

(Thank God too, 'cause my belly was already growling and its so utterly embarrassing when your stomach growls during class…especially when its all quiet!)

"So where you want to go for lunch?" Ollie asks me as we head out to the student parking lot.

"Oh man! I don't care Ollie, Somewhere cheap and delicious. I'm so hungry right now…I could eat a horse!"

He chuckles. "Knowing you, yes you could!"

And I whack his arm. "Hey! Don't call me a pig!"

We finally get to his car and get in. The old raggedy thing starts to life. "I still don't' know why you bought this piece of junk, Oliver!"

"Hey!" He acts hurt. "It's not a piece of junk! It's a classic! Just you wait till I fix it up and then we'll see who has the old piece of junk!"

It's not that I don't like his car. It's an old, old, mustang and once its fixed up, yeah it'll look smokin' But right now, it has no color really, that's how faded it is. It's rusty, and spurts out more smoke than those stupid hillbilly diesel trucks, and I've lost count how many times it's died on us.

But, it is Ollie's and at least I have a ride.

"Okay Ollie, it's a beaut! Now lets gooo! My stomach is already caving in!" I pout and point to my stomach (which I sucked in to make it more dramatic)

He looks at me. "Ok so now who's exaggerating waaaay too much?"

I glare. How dare he use my own words against me!. "Whatev' Oken, just feed me dammit!"

"You're lucky I like you Truscott, otherwise I wouldn't dish out on the details I know you want!"

"Oh Oh! I had forgotten! Tell me" I bounce in my seat and look at him, waiting for it.

"Hehe, You crack me up Lils. But anyways, 25 year old Mrs. Miley Gray Stewart moved from Tennessee during the summer…"

"She's only 25?!" I interrupt. "She's so young!!"

"I know right? Like I was saying, her and her family moved during the summer. I guess her husband is some big shot CEO of some company and got promoted here in Malibu."

"Her name is Miley?" I interrupt him again. (That's kinda cute.)

"Yes! Are you listening?" He glances at me. "And they have a little daughter; I believe she's three years old"

"She has a three year old?" Now that really surprised me. "Wow!"

"Yeah that's what I thought too but, as you've learned in health; don't need to be old to be makin' the babies, Lils." And again he wiggles the eyebrows.

I throw him a look and smack him again. "OW!"

"Can it Oken, you know what I meant"

"Yeah, yeah. All I'm going to say is she is Smokin Hot!" He looks at me. "For a teacher" and he adds "For a married teacher that's already a mom!" and he continues again "A total MILF" And he whistles.

So I smack him again. "OW Lilly, what the Eff"

"Stop being a pig" Though silently I am thinking that she is pretty, um, pretty. And I can't believe she's so young and already married and a mom!

"Do I even want to know how you know all this, Ollie?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

He laughs. "Oken has the hook ups, babe"

Ugh! I hate that word! And for the third time I smack him, harder this time.

"OW!"

Like I said; he's such a pansy!

**

A full belly and couple of hours later, I'm sitting in Spanish class. Even though I really enjoy this class I'm having difficulty paying much attention.

(I think I ate way too much, 'cause I am way sleepy!)

Señora Elena is going on and on in Spanish (Since it's an AP Spanish class, she doesn't even bother start out slow) telling us what's in store for this class.

She really does crack me up though. She's always wearing bright colors and has a really outgoing personality. She really lives to the beat of her own drum. And I admire her for it.

Before too long, the bell rings. It's 3:05pm and it's finally the end of the first day.

(Yippee!)

I meet up with Oliver at my locker and signal for him that I'm ready.

"One down, a crap load more to go" He tries to be funny.

"So, what's for today?" I ask as we walk out the building.

"I have to do this thing with my dad, help him out with something or other. I kinda spaced out after he said "Hey Oliver, I need you to help me with…" and that's all I heard"

I laugh. "Always the doughnut. We'll I'll catch you tomorrow then. I have to go home too, Mom forgot to go grocery shopping this weekend, again, and she's out tonight for work, again, which means its me, again, that has to go buy the food, AGAIN!"

He smiles. "You really are such a drama queen, Lils"

He reaches over to me and gives me a quick hug, "Well see ya tomorrow before Economics, at least we have that and history together tomorrow!" He adds excited.

"Yep, can hardly wait, yippee for economics and history!" That was my sarcasm, in case you missed it. (Economics and History? GAG!)

"Alright, laters Lilly" He walks off to the parking lot and I take off in the other direction to walk home.

(Man, now I'm tired! Screw walking to school tomorrow! I forgot how lazy I get in the afternoons!)

**

I'm currently sitting back on the sofa while watching TV. Chompin' down on some Cheeto' Puffs. I know I need to go to the store but I figure its still early, so there's no big rush.

It's like 4pm and I watch as the Tayra Banks Show runs. She's pretty funny sometimes. Today it's about people addicted to porn, and I make a face at that. (How the hell does one get addicted to porn? Like seriously?)

And after seeing the guests on the show, I know why (Talk about losers!)

It gets pretty funny when the fighting begins and the wives or girlfriends are going off on the guy…and it's even funnier when it's the other way around.

(People will never stop amazing me!)

Glancing at the clock, I think I should head on out to the store. By the time I'm home and done putting all the shit away, it'll be late.

(Damn and I still have to cook myself something for dinner!)

After washing my hands, putting on my shoes, I head out and get in my car. My cool, awesome, best ever, car! NOT!!!!!!!

(Well can't complain too much, at least its better than most of the other students)

I drive way in my Honda civic, the good 'ol grocery go getter'

Arriving at Safeway, I groan. (God I hate this store) It's always packed! No matter what time of day it is, I find a parking spot and brace myself for the utter madness.

As I walk around the store, getting the stuff on the list (and of course, some stuff that isn't! hehe) I try to just stay clear of everyone so I can go home as quickly as possible.

I'm at the cereal isle, pondering on which one I should get. (It's like trying to predict the future, which one will I be craving for?) See, not as easy as just picking one.

Contemplating between Capt.' Crunch Berries and Apple Jacks, I figure I look stupid looking from one box to the other, back and forth, back and forth.

(Screw this!) I'm taking both!

I turn around, intending on throwing the boxes into the cart when I run into someone and hear an 'Oomph!'

(Shit!)

I turn around, wanting to apologize, and I find myself looking into the most amazing blue eyes ever. (Like no joke!)

They're so blue! And so pretty. Like you can get lost in them forever.

I vaguely register this person waving their hand in front of my face, before coming back from la la land.

"Are you ok?" Stranger asks. (Hey I know that voice!)

I look (and this time really look) at the person and realize it's my homeroom teacher.

"Oops, I'm sorry Mrs. Gray" Did it suddenly get warm in here?

She looks at me and smiles. "Hey it's you. Lilly right?"

She remembered?? "Yeah" (Why am I all shy?)

"Got stuck on grocery duty huh?" She asks, eyeing the cart, raising her eyebrow at all the junk food. (Hey I'm a teenager, leave me alone!)

"Yeah, lucky me almost every week!"

She smiles. I smile back. There's just something about her, she's so…warm, like welcoming. I don't get it.

"Mommy!" I look past her and see a little girl in the store cart. I have to say, she is way too cute!

"Hey honey, sorry didn't meant to ignore you" She walks back to her daughter

"Who' dat?" She points at me.

"Kelsie, its not polite to point at people, remember?" The little girl looks down. And it almost breaks my heart for some reason. She's just too cute to be 'yelled' at.

"And this is one of mommies' students, her name is Lilly." She glances at me. "Lilly, this is Kelsie, my daughter"

I smile as I walk over to her, "Hi there Kelsie" And I wave.

She looks up at me. Her pretty big brown eyes watching my every move. She has porcelain soft looking skin and pretty rosy cheeks. She's got the cutest chestnut curly hair, (Like crazy curly too) and she totally has her mom's contagious smile.

"Hi Wiwy" I laugh.

I see Mrs. Gray smile. "Yeah, we still don't got the L's down"

"It's ok. I'm 17 and still can't say lots of words right." I say to the little girl, see her grin.

(Awe, I just want to take her home with me)

"Wook'it! Mommy says I can haf' deese!" She excitedly hands me her juice box.

"Oh no way! These are awesome! I love grape juice!" (Hey I can entertain kids! After all, half the time I act like one myself! HA)

She giggles. "Me too, me too. It mades my mouf poopowe"

"Oooh! Purple mouths are the bestest! Especially when your tongue is colored" I say, sticking mine out.

She giggles and copies my act. I laugh again.

I almost forget that Mrs. Gray is right next to me. (She must think I'm a weirdoooo)

"Your daughter's way cute, Mrs. G" I turn to say to her.

She looks surprised at her nickname. "Thanks, Lilly"

(I swear that woman has got to stop staring and smiling at me like that. It's doing something weird to my stomach and I'm not sure I like it!)

"Um..Well I gatta go, um..." I stumble (EEP!)

She laughs, "Okay Lilly, see you tomorrow at school."

"Bwey wiwy" Kelsie says smiling her cute toothy grin and waving like crazy.

I chuckle. "Bye bye Kelsie. And see ya tomorrow Mrs. G"

Grabbing my cart, I make a mad dash out of there.

(What the hell is wrong with me? Just by standing next to her, she makes me nervous.)

That God awful, butterflies in your tummy, feeling nauseas, nervous.

(What is wrong with me? She's my teacher….Dear Lord, she's a GIRL!!!)

I get closer to the registers, and just as my luck would have it, they're all full. (Why is there only two freaking cashiers?!)

Sigh.

Well, this is going to be fun.

**

So there's chapter two.

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