Before anybody knew it school had started. After all of the hugs and catching up with friends, it was time to go to our first class. I was shocked to find that Will and I both had History together, and even more that he was sitting directly behind me!

"I'm just going to take roll and quickly explain classroom procedures," Ms. Cade announced, and started to read off names.

I was getting a pencil out of my bag when, thanks to what a klutz I am, I drop it and it rolls back under Will's desk.

I curse myself.

Awesome, Elisabeth. Just perfect.

I rummage again and am about to pull out another one when something pokes my back. I turn around see that Will has picked up my pencil and is holding it out to me.

"Hey Lissa. Nice trick,"

He whispers slyly as his eyes twinkle playfully.

"Don't assume I dropped it to get your attention. I was born clumsy," I whisper back and claim my pencil.

"You're welcome," He replies, leaning back in his chair.

"What manners. You are all politeness, Will Cardston," I whisper over my shoulder sarcastically.

Ms. Cade calls his name right as our conversation ends, and he answers not missing a beat.

I'm walking to English, my favorite subject. I'm a little freaked that Will might have AP English next period too, but relax once I see him walk into the science room.

Casey is hurrying up to me and shrieks,

"Oh my gosh! Guess what? You, me, and Shay all get AP English together! Eeep!"

I beam. "Awesome!"

I turn over to Shay, who knows exactly what I'll be asking.

"Yes, Lis, Carter and Brooke had seats close to each other. They were cute," She laughs.

I just shook my head at how she's able to read my mind. I figure the bell will ring in about two minutes, so I get the others to walk fast.

We get there with time to spare, and Mrs. Mackley is writing on the whiteboard. Class went by pretty fast, and before I walk out she pulls me aside. She knows me pretty well, since I've had her as a teacher before. Since she knows English is my favorite subject, she asked if I'd be interested in tutoring at all.

"I know some students who have been struggling, and I would love it if you would tutor later this year," She adds.

I nod my head and tell her I would love to. Mrs. Mackley gives me a grateful hug.

"In a few weeks I'll send you some students," She said, then wrote me a tardy pass for my next class.

The day is finally over and Brooke and I drive home, a little exhausted. We chit-chat about our teachers and how the day went with Shay, who is riding along with us today because her mom had to use the car to drive to work. Usually we drive Casey home, but for her birthday this year she got free reign of her dad's old work car. Shay has one sister, Mallery, who is a Sophomore.

Other than Brooke I have one sister, Mindy. She's 16 and a Junior at Clarkson High with us. She's my mom's favorite, which isn't a surprise. She's talkative and outgoing, which is just like my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but I relate to my dad a lot better.

Our dad said that when Brooke and I turned 17 he'd buy us a nice used car, if we pitched in too. Everyone says I'm a daddy's girl, and I guess I am.

"So Lissa, tell us all about you and Will in class today…" Shay prods.

"How'd you know we had History together?" I exclaim.

"Oh come on. I heard a whole group of girls twittering jealously about how he was totally flirting with you," she sighs.

"What!? We're being gossiped about ALREADY?!" I shriek.

"Correction, HE'S being gossiped about. They were talking about how they wish he was closer to them, how gorgeous his eyes are, blah blah blah," Shay adds.

"It wasn't anything. I just dropped my pencil, and he thought it to get his attention. I just teased him back," I protest.

"How boring. But you were right that just about every cheerleader, or any girl for that matter, is already in love with the guy. He was mobbed at lunch!" Shay laughs.

We collapse in Brooke's room, and I remember just exactly how tiring school is.

"Let me guess. You officially like Carter now?" I ask, remembering the way she looked at him today. Brooke blushes and nods.

"He asked me out bowling with him tonight," She adds. I nearly fall off the couch.

"Really?! How come you waited so long to tell me?" I exclaim.

"I'm sorry! I just didn't want to tell you in front of so many people at school," She protests.

"It's okay. But what is it with those guys and bowling?" I laugh, regaining my composure.

"I think it's because I told him I was on a bowling team in junior high," she giggles.

"Well, I hope you have fun. I can imagine Casey and Shay will flip (even higher than I did) when they hear!" I say.

It was about an hour after Brooke had been out when I get a phone call from Carter. I answer it, puzzled.

Why would Carter be calling me?

"Lis! Is that you?" he says urgently.

"Yessss, is everything okay?" I reply, even more confused.

"A little kid the next lane rolled a bowling ball right at Brooke's ankle. I'm driving her to my house right now. I knew you'd probably want to meet me there, so I'll text you the address," He said.

I rush over to his house and find Brooke sitting on his couch, ankle raised and Mrs. Lawson putting ice on it.

"It's not broken, just badly bruised. I'll be fine, I promise. It's just a little hard to walk," Brooke says weakly as soon I walk in. I still run over to her and give her a hug.

I thank Mrs. Lawson and Carter for taking care of my sister.

"It's no problem. I just hope she'll have a speedy recovery," Carter beams.

Brooke feels better after lots of fussing on Carter and his mom's part, so after some more "thank you's" and hugs we head out.

On the car ride home she falls asleep. I think to myself,

She has no idea what anybody can see. Carter is sooo into her, and Brooke likes him just as much back. She's just too modest to accept they are perfect for each other. I hope she realizes soon…