I was awakened from my sleep by the constant knocking on my door, impatiently might I add. "What!!??" I yelled as I groggily got up from my bed swinging my legs all over the place before putting them on the floor of my bed room. 

"Get up before I break this door down, mom told me to drop you off at school." Caleb groaned from behind the door and I sneakily chuckled at his misery. I yelled my 'okay' before I went into my bathroom to start my morning rituals of cleaning and washing myself. I wanted to look presentable, well I've wanted to look presentable every day since I've met her.

Paige Stone, insert dreamy sigh. She is the most wonderful, fabulous, spectacular, beautiful, splendid, great, excellent, and prettiest girl I've ever seen. Insert another dreamy sigh, I could die in her beautiful arms. She has the silkiest and smoothest blonde locks of hair that I've ever seen. Well, I haven't touched them yet, but I know I will one day, hopefully. Her eyes, oh her eyes are the prettiest bluish greenish color and I don't even know what I'm looking at. Sometimes her eyes look like the deepest of oceans and sometimes her eyes seem like the great amazon forest.

Her plump lips beg to be kissed, well that is my own speculation but they do call out to me, a little. And don't get me started on her body, girl has some great curves. But, I don't like her for her body or her great hair or her beautiful lips or her dreamy eyes, I like her for her honest heart and kind soul. She is the school's nicest girl and I'm not even exaggerating on this part. She is. 

She just smiles so brightly and I find myself staring at her like a love-sick puppy. I do admit, I do stare at her more than I should. But I can't help it. She's just so unique. 

A series of knocks drag me out of my dream like state as I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, with a little bit of drool coming out from the side of my mouth and a toilet brush in my hands. I shake my head before I put back the toilet brush from where I picked it up. When did I even pick that up?

"Woman, hurry the fuck up!" 

"Yeah, yeah, calm your tits dude." 

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"Okay, I'll be here to pick you up at 2. Don't, go walking home alone again." Caleb pointed his finger at me threateningly and I nodded my head with a smile on my face. He smiled back before he reached over to peck me on my forehead which I dramatically wiped off. He laughed before shooing me out of his car. "Bye, Mom." Before he even got to me, I was out his car and on the sidewalk of the school, waving him my farewell.

He glared at me to which I smiled brightly. A minute later, he drove away from where I stood, and I stood there looking at his car leave. Turning around, I saw none other than her walking into the school building laughing with some of her friends.

Staring at the school that I had transferred to just a couple weeks before, I smiled to myself before walking towards the building. After the great humiliation, I went through, I didn't go to school and my mother being the most caring person in the world, got me transferred and not just me. She got herself a new cafe in another town where my brother also moved with us since he's just too lazy to care for himself. So, being specific, my family moved to another town just so I can experience my senior year without having to hide myself in a paper bag.

Pushing the double doors open, I walked in getting series of ''HI’s'' from people around me. The good part of this town and school was that everyone saw the good in people. I was slightly popular in this school since I had transferred in the middle of the year. Everyone thought that I had gotten into trouble in my previous school which was passed out as insanely cool, so everyone thought I was cool.

Oh, if they only knew why I transferred schools, they'd laugh to death.

I made my way towards my locker where I saw my best friend waiting for me with his phone practically in his face. I chuckled silently before I snatched his phone out of his hands. His first reaction was to cuss, his second was to bring his pocket knife out of his jeans.

"Woah there, calm down Rambo." His eyes settled on my face and he blushed before putting his pocket knife back into his pocket. I gave him his phone back as I smirked at his red cheeks. The deal with Tim Shelly, my best friend, was that he had the most feminine face I had ever seen. Girls dropped themselves to his feet. I mean, he would just flip his mildly long hair and girls would begin to worship him. He was a lot like Justin Bieber, well a lot muscled and buff. 

"You know how I get when it comes to my baby." He cooed as he blew his hair out of his eyes. His white dyed hair was the main attraction sometimes, giving him a really unique look with his blue eyes. He was attractive nonetheless, and I would've definitely dated him but I had my eyes on a blonde girl who certainly wasn't a boy. Her boobs were proof enough.

"Get a room." He glared at me before he began to open my locker for me. "Just get your fucking books, so we can go to the fucking class." 

I chuckled before grabbing my math and history books out, I already had the other books in my bag. I turned myself towards him after closing my locker and saw him looking at his phone closely. I sighed before I dragged him towards our first class which was history. He laughed before he jumped on my back making me stagger out of balance like an old man before I gripped the back of his legs and gave him a piggy back ride towards our class. 

A lot of students stared at us but I didn't care and neither did Tim. He was the one that made me a little bit confident as to not let anyone's staring cause such a huge impact on me and I was grateful to him for this. He made me the way I was today and I was happy after so long. 

"Move faster, pony." I giggled before I began to move faster. "Yes, princess." he gasped before I felt him hit my butt making me jump and him to laugh out his amusement. I smirked before I stopped in front of history class, dropping him on his ass; I laughed at him as he pouted adorably. Damn him and his feminine face. I'm just a sucker for girls and he has an advantage just because of his girly face. 

I sighed before I gave him a hand in getting off the floor. He smiled before dusting himself. He gave me my bag which he was carrying since I was carrying him and we made our way inside our class. I didn't get to officially step inside the class before I abruptly stopped. 

Tim noticed me not moving and he looked at me confused.

There in the middle of the class, sat the one and only Paige Stone, laughing with her friends with her right leg over the other. She was wearing her signature look which consisted of a huge sweater and jeggings which complimented her legs and her butt a lot better than a skirt ever could. Even though I liked skin but when she wore jeggings, I would drool till the end of school. Speaking of drool, I immediately shut my mouth before Tim noticed and tease me about it till my last breath.

I dragged Tim and made my way quickly to the back of the class where I sat down on the last seat pulling down Tim on the one beside mine. "What is she doing here?" I asked Tim in a whisper as I stared and pointed in the direction where she sat gracefully. The confused look on Tim's face immediately turned into a smirk as he looked at me.

"Why don't you go ask her yourself?" Tim knew about my anxiety when it came to people and attention, and he also knew what happened when Paige had her attention on me which she rarely did, but that’s not important.

"Speak, before I put a crack on your phone's screen." I hissed as I snatched his phone out of his hand yet again. The panic that came on to his face was laughable but not in this situation. I needed to know why Paige was in this class when she never did before. I needed the answer to my question.

"She transferred in this class because she had problems understanding what Mr. Carl spoke." His voice was shaky as he kept his eyes on his phone, which was in my hands. I smirked but deep inside felt the air leaving my lungs. I gave him his phone back and he immediately glared at me.

"You demon." I laughed at his exaggeration and he just intensified his glare.

"Weak." I spoke with a laugh and he pouted at me before flipping his hair dramatically. I shook my head at his behavior before turning to look at the front of the class where the teacher was sitting idly. Since, the bell hadn't rung, he just sat looking at his phone.

After a minute, the bell rang and was followed by the tardy bell five minutes later. The teacher stood up from his seat with his eyes holding excitement. Tim and I glanced at each other before we both gagged.

"Today class, I'm gonna be giving you projects." His voice grew an octave higher as he said 'projects'. His eyes scanned the whole room for anyone to convey the same enthusiasm, when he got nothing but bored looks, he huffed before speaking in a sour tone.

"You all have to write a report on 'The Dark Ages' and represent the key points in front of the whole class." He spoke and I widened my eyes at what he said. He just continued, "Keep in mind that this project will be for half of your grade and will be due next Monday. Instead of giving you multiple projects like every other teacher, I'm giving you only one for half of your overall grade." This time the students did cheer just because they wouldn't be given more projects from Mr. Frank, our history teacher.

Mr. Frank smiled now and gave the rest of the period to do whatever we wanted. Everyone in the class cheered as well as Tim, who immediately took his phone out of his pocket and began to browse through Facebook. I glanced at Paige before I glanced back at Tim, the only word that swirled around my mind was 'Represent'.

Last time, I represented something, I peed myself with the fright and this time when I have my crush and my best friend in the same class, I don't know if I can keep my bladder under control.

I dropped my head loudly on my desk before silently praying for the earth to open up and swallow me.

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