Later that day, I decided to sit next to Kristin during math, it was awkward until my friend Rain came to sit on the other side of me. Kristin and I mingled a little but we weren't friends at the time. After about two weeks of school, Kristin decided she couldn't take the Smellys drama anymore. So she came and sat right across from me during lunch. Most of my other friends warned she was drama. If only I hadn't disregarded their comments. Since she just moved to our school at the end of eighth grade, I didn't know her very well and decided to give her a chance. She clearly needed some good friends to get her through this rough time. The week after that, half the table moved to a new one claiming they couldn't take Kristin's drama any longer. I was torn between my old friends and my new one. For the time being I chose my new one, desperate for acceptance.

Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time and warn my past self. But unfortunately, time travel doesn't exist during 2017.

After a year of putting up with her drama, I slowly morphed into mini Kristin on accident.

But now we can get into the good part.

It all started like this...

"A 69?!" My mom shrieks. "This is totally unacceptable! If you don't get above a 75% the next two marking periods you're going to fail math, Alice." She looks me dead in the eyes, more concern pooling than anger or disappointment like I'd been expecting. Then again my mom isn't like normal moms. But not in a bad way. She's not embarrassing or old or ugly or super clingy. She's my friend.

I hand over my phone to her when she tells my that I'm grounded until my grades get better. From then on I do all my homework and make up work I never finished. But even with all my effort, somehow my average only reaches is a 74%. I WAS SO CLOSE! My mom makes me go to a regents review class every Tuesday after school.

It's the first day they offer the class. I wait outside the room waiting for the bell to ring. When it does I pick a seat in the back. Kids start coming in and choosing their seats. None of my friends have walked through the door yet. The closest I get is Kat Harrison. Since she's a rando too, I grab all my things and ask if I can sit next to her. When she says sure, I plop down and get my supplies out of my bag.

When I look up and see the new kid walk in. I wasn't expecting him to look the way he does. He's tall, blond, shaggy hair and has deep green eyes. Like two beautiful emerald stones set into his face, looking right at me. I feel the electricity in the room, like white hot lightning bolts zapping lightly on my skin. I glance at the empty seat across from me. My subconscious must have made my eyes dart there since deep down I want him to sit there. Miraculously he takes it. I study him trying hard not to seem creepy. My mind wanders back to his eyes. I've always loved green eyes but I've never met someone with this particular shade. They're soothing and mesmerizing at the same time.

I realize how dumb I'm being and continue to yank out my things from my backpack.

A few other girls, who must be Kat's friends, sit with us, including my friend Patience. She sits on the other side of me and I smile at her glad I have at least one person to talk to. As we wait for the eighth graders in advanced math to arrive, we work on a packet the teacher gave us. We talk and eat while we work. I learn that the boy with the emerald eyes has an amazing sense of humor, he's smart, eats a lot when he wants to and loves snack foods like cheese its, granola bars and seltzer. He seems sweet but not annoyingly nice. He doesn't seem clingy like previous boyfriends of mine. His laugh is adorable. Also unlike most of my ex's, he has blond hair, which I don't usually find attractive. I always thought I had a type but now that I'm looking back, my ex's don't have much in common. Braden had light brown hair and hazel eyes, he was also a jerk, Brady had brownish blonde hair and light eyes, again, huge jerk, A.J. was tall with dark hair and dark eyes, a little less rude unless you're on his bad side. Then Tom, who had brown hair and brown eyes, he was super nice yet too nice.

But this kid, this emerald boy... He seems so flawless.

Maybe I'm wrong, or maybe it was never meant to be.. But the following month was living hell.

Am I allowed to say hell on here? Sorry if I'm not. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying this so far. There's only a couple short chapters so read 'em up, buttercup!