Chapter Three

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy chapter three. I think this chapter is also boring. My friend read a few sentences and she was like, "Maybe I'll read it later." Clearly, that means it's boring lol. But here goes.. Hope you enjoy…

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My skin started filling with goose bumps as the early September wind blew against my skin. I was on my way to Jen's house for school. Jen jumped up from her porch steps and ran over to me.

"My mom said that she can drive us to school. She says it won't be as embarrassing then. It's up to you though." She panted looking at me with pleading eyes. I rolled my eyes; sometimes Jen and her mother are such drama queens. "Sure I guess. Let's go." I was hunching as I walked but I knew Jen's mom would probably change that. As Jen's mom, Kathy walked out of her house, she looked at me up and down,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Selena, it's September 2nd! Still Warm out here and you're wearing baggy sweats and a sweatshirt! And you're hunching! You have to come in and let me dress 4ou appropriately!" She practically dragged me inside her house.

Ten minutes later, Kathy was speeding down the streets to our school. Jen and I were sitting in the backseat. Kathy had forced me to change into Jen's Abercrombie lace tank top and Abercrombie jean shorts. My stinky old sneakers were replaced with pink and blue Aeropostale flip flops," I feel like a Barbie Doll." I grumbled.

Jen just smirked and went back silently organizing her stuff.

Kathy just sighed,"Selena… Honey.. Appearance is everything. It's very important. Especially in high school. That's how you get boys." She grinned, "I mean, my Jennifer is fully prepared. Look at how I turned out! I have SUCH a lucky life!"

I turned away from her and faced the window. How could this woman consider having a husband cheat on you and having no friends at all, being lucky? I swear, she's crazy.

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As soon as we were in the school, I pulled the elastic out of my hair. To escape the embarrassing girly ponytail. One thing improved. Jen and I were walking through the hallways like lost puppies. Some boys caught my eyes. But most of them were jocks. I gotta admit they were pretty hot. The cliques of high school expose themselves really well. They wore really short jean shorts. Even shorter than the ones I'm wearing. They had tight tube tops over tank tops. Their hairstyle looked like the celebrity ones on the Red Carpet. One girl was leaning against the locker with a jock pushing against her, they were making out. I looked around to see if there was a teacher nearby to catch them. Nope. Just a typical high school scene. Couldn't there at least be something exciting? Not so cliché?

The first bell started to ring, signaling us to get to class. My first period class was health. Oh boy, I wonder who might be in my class. I followed the directions on my map and got there in less than 2 minutes.

As I walked in, ninth graders were all seated down and ready to go, just waiting for the teacher. I sat in an empty seat next to a girl who looked like the only curtains she used were her thick brown hair. Some dude with blond hair was sitting on my other side. A skinny as a stick type of teacher walked in. She turned to us, "Hello class. My name is Abigail Thompson. I am your official teacher for health and health only. Please rise from your seats as I take attendance."

She called off people's names and mine. I stood there wondering what high school would be like. Scary, amazing, adventurous???

"Okay class, stand against the wall." We all walked there, "First table to the right will be Selena Curtis. Sitting by her will be Daniel Richardson. You two will be partners for the whole year." I sat down next to the blond guy I had sat by before.

This time I studied him. The blond hair, muscular body, the… I gasped. His eyes were the same green-blue ones I stared into in my dream. When I fell out of my gaze, I realized he was studying me too. Oops. Now I feel exposed. He frowned at me then chuckled, "Is there something wrong?"

"Um… No. It's just that you look really familiar. Are you new here?" He was still frowning at me as I stared into his eyes, puzzled about this mysterious presence.

"Uh... Actually, yeah. I moved here.. Just yesterday…" Daniel seemed very hesitant about his information.

"Oh that's cool… I've been living in this boring town my whole life. Where'd you move from?" I noticed we were the only ones talking to each other. Other classmates were staring off into space. I turned my attention back to Daniel, he was smiling at me. His gaze was melting my insides and out.

"I came from Spain." He said plainly.

I was clearly confused and he was amused at that, "You don't look Spanish."

Daniel chuckled," Because I'm not. I came from Spain and from Spain, I came from France, from France, I came from England, from England, I came from Australia, from Australia I came from Italy and from Italy I came from Greece."

My face lit up,"Oh! You're Greek! I love that country! But why move so many times?" I was dying of curiosity.

"We move every 2 to 3 years. Hopefully I'll stay here longer than that." He smiled. But he still didn't answer my question but I didn't care, I think this guy is too interesting for high school... Maybe he could lighten it up for me.

"Class, now that you are all settled down and Daniel and Selena has stopped talking, let me introduce you to the rules and what we're going to be learning about. After, we'll be learning the basics to health." Ms. Thompson said. This lady was really starting to get on my nerves.

Everyone nodded. I saw something flash in front of my eyes, I looked down on the desk and saw a piece of paper. It was in fine writing and it said:
In case you ever need me for anything, give me a call. By the way, what's your next hour class?
And oh yeah, here's my number: 666-5912.

I stared back at him. Did he seriously give me his number? I don't get it. We just met though... But I wrote back in my messy and scratchy handwriting:
Really? Do you seriously mean that? Why would you give me your #? We only met today. But I guess if you ever need my # for homework, here it is: 742-6148. P.S. My next class is social studies (GAG).

I handed the note to him and watched him read it. My mouth opened to say something but he stood up quickly. A few seconds later, the bell rang. He walked smoothly but quickly out the door. Ms. Thompson called his name but he didn't stop, "It's too bad Daniel got out so quickly because this pink sheet is due tomorrow. Please grab a pink sheet and a purple sheet on your way out of the door."

I swiftly stood up and grabbed 2 pink and 2 purple sheets from the slot on the wall and walked out. The whole day I didn't see Daniel at all. But that's because he probably didn't have any classes with me. Probably not even lunch. This mysterious person has got my head in the clouds… That night, I tried to go to sleep but his beautiful face kept entering my mind. By the time I fell asleep, I had remembered his number; 666-5912…

End of Chapter Three

Author's Note: OMG I know every chapter I say is boring. But I'm serious about this one. I almost fell asleep writing it!! Or maybe that was because it was late at night when I wrote it. But oh well. My neck hurts from typing all this. Seriously 3 pages!!! (I'm using Microsoft Word, if you have it, you'd probably understand) but please tell me what you think. Thanks for reading anyways! And I hope I didn't bore you to death!!
- MD33