Chapter 2- Hana's POV
Him. He is the cutest one here. His platinum blonde hair flows, the one vibrant red streak like fire. His eyes gleam with untold mischief. He and Fyn are the masters of pranking. But I can't help thinking that he hasn't pranked me yet. He might like me.
"Hana!" My friends, Ira, Cinder, Holly, Dove, Hazel, Brianna and Poppy yell from down the hall. I shake myself into the real world. My long, wavy, golden hair flows. My white, cropped sweatshirt and my ripped blue jeans make me wonder if I'm not trying hard enough. I want him to notice. Once I get over to the girls, I stop. Brianna opens her locker to get her binder.
"Ahhhhhhhh! SOMEDAYS! Someone's gonna die tonight! I'm looking at you Fyne! Fyne snickered and whispered something to B.N. B.N. walked over, his eyes glittering.
"Brianna. What's wrong?" B.N. spoke, making my heart flutter.
"You damned son of a-."
"Ahem." The Thunder curator was behind Brianna. She immediately had a change of attitude.
"-Bee keeper? Oh, umm hi, curator Brandon."
"Watch your language, Brianna."
B.N. walked off, laughing. I watched him go, wishing he would notice the way I look at him.
