Chapter 1
Freddy's POV (point of view)
"Rrring!" The bell of Horace Green Prep had rung, and the new school year had started. 8th grade, I thought. My last year a Horace Green. I dragged myself into the classroom that looked just like the ones we had since Kindergarten. Not to mention it had the same class we'd had every year, in the same seats as always. I took my usual seat in the back next to Frankie and behind Zack. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I had not wanted to get up this early. I was just about to doze off when I heard Zack's voice.
"What are you doing in my seat Summer?" asked Zack. Whoa, I thought as I saw the dark haired girl in front of me. Summer, in the back of the class?
"I don't see your name anywhere on it," Summer told Zack.
"Yeah, but I always sit here, why aren't you in the front where you always just need to be?"
"Well," she started, but then turned around and gave me a big smile. I pushed back on my chair in surprise. Was Summer actually wearing makeup? She just kept staring at me and then tilted her head and sighed. Uh oh, I thought. I think I was her answer. Zack realized it too, and mouthed ha- ha to me.
Zack stopped the awkward silence. "Well you don't expect me to sit in your seat in the front, do you?" he asked her.
"Sit where you want. I'm staying put." I looked around. Only her front and center desk was open, so I helped out my bud.
"Just move your smart ass to the front, Summer," I said with a moan.
"Humph, no," she pouted. Zack looked desperately at me. I thought fast. If Summer really did have a crush on me, then maybe I could try being sweet.
"Please Summer," I said as sweetly as I could, "Do it for me."
"Well..." she started.
"Oh, and by the way that eye shadow really brings out your eyes." I interrupted, knowing I had scored.
"Why thank you Freddy," she smiled, flipped her hair and walked to the front. Score!
"Thanks dude," whispered Zack.
"Anytime."
Summer's POV
I should've stuck to my seat, I thought. I was just that compliment. It made me melt, even if it was fake. I turned around to look at Freddy. He was leaning back in his chair in a sexy kind of way, chewing his gum. I really wanted him. He was the only think that kept me from being Miss Smarts. I sighed and turned back to my schoolwork.
Freddy's POV
"...and so in 1828 he went to the court and..." Err, why'd we have to have Mrs. Smith this year? She was a lecture maniac. I decided to stop listening to her, and thought to myself. Girls, hehe. They were much more interesting then Mrs. Smith's lecture. Hmm, Marta. I was definitely thinking about asking her out this year. I stared at her. Oh, I really liked her. She was perfect, nice, pretty, and just punk enough for me. Plus, people think we'd be a great couple. Last year, I'd been thinking about Katie, but I decided not too because I didn't want to mess up our friendship. I was knocked out of my thoughts by a note from Zack. I opened the crinkled piece of paper. "This lecture sucks!" the note read. "Hell yeah!" I wrote back. "So, what do you want to do at recess?" Zack asked in a new note. I looked at Marta. "I saw we hit the girls." I flipped the note back to Zack. "Hit the girls? What the heck?" "Dude, its slang, go talk to the girls." "Ok, gottcha. Marta huh?" "Oh yeah!" Zack looked back at me, grinned and our note passing stopped.
Freddy's POV (point of view)
"Rrring!" The bell of Horace Green Prep had rung, and the new school year had started. 8th grade, I thought. My last year a Horace Green. I dragged myself into the classroom that looked just like the ones we had since Kindergarten. Not to mention it had the same class we'd had every year, in the same seats as always. I took my usual seat in the back next to Frankie and behind Zack. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I had not wanted to get up this early. I was just about to doze off when I heard Zack's voice.
"What are you doing in my seat Summer?" asked Zack. Whoa, I thought as I saw the dark haired girl in front of me. Summer, in the back of the class?
"I don't see your name anywhere on it," Summer told Zack.
"Yeah, but I always sit here, why aren't you in the front where you always just need to be?"
"Well," she started, but then turned around and gave me a big smile. I pushed back on my chair in surprise. Was Summer actually wearing makeup? She just kept staring at me and then tilted her head and sighed. Uh oh, I thought. I think I was her answer. Zack realized it too, and mouthed ha- ha to me.
Zack stopped the awkward silence. "Well you don't expect me to sit in your seat in the front, do you?" he asked her.
"Sit where you want. I'm staying put." I looked around. Only her front and center desk was open, so I helped out my bud.
"Just move your smart ass to the front, Summer," I said with a moan.
"Humph, no," she pouted. Zack looked desperately at me. I thought fast. If Summer really did have a crush on me, then maybe I could try being sweet.
"Please Summer," I said as sweetly as I could, "Do it for me."
"Well..." she started.
"Oh, and by the way that eye shadow really brings out your eyes." I interrupted, knowing I had scored.
"Why thank you Freddy," she smiled, flipped her hair and walked to the front. Score!
"Thanks dude," whispered Zack.
"Anytime."
Summer's POV
I should've stuck to my seat, I thought. I was just that compliment. It made me melt, even if it was fake. I turned around to look at Freddy. He was leaning back in his chair in a sexy kind of way, chewing his gum. I really wanted him. He was the only think that kept me from being Miss Smarts. I sighed and turned back to my schoolwork.
Freddy's POV
"...and so in 1828 he went to the court and..." Err, why'd we have to have Mrs. Smith this year? She was a lecture maniac. I decided to stop listening to her, and thought to myself. Girls, hehe. They were much more interesting then Mrs. Smith's lecture. Hmm, Marta. I was definitely thinking about asking her out this year. I stared at her. Oh, I really liked her. She was perfect, nice, pretty, and just punk enough for me. Plus, people think we'd be a great couple. Last year, I'd been thinking about Katie, but I decided not too because I didn't want to mess up our friendship. I was knocked out of my thoughts by a note from Zack. I opened the crinkled piece of paper. "This lecture sucks!" the note read. "Hell yeah!" I wrote back. "So, what do you want to do at recess?" Zack asked in a new note. I looked at Marta. "I saw we hit the girls." I flipped the note back to Zack. "Hit the girls? What the heck?" "Dude, its slang, go talk to the girls." "Ok, gottcha. Marta huh?" "Oh yeah!" Zack looked back at me, grinned and our note passing stopped.