It was a just normal day. Well, maybe not normal to you considering my definition of normal has definitely changed over the past couple months. 6 to be exact. I know it's strange. The fact that I'm talking to you so casually after something so... Well, you know. Or maybe you don't.

It all started when I woke up to the screaming of my alarm clock banging against my ear drums. And it's not like I could just kill it and go back to sleep. See, I have a dog who makes sure I hear it. Because, well, let's just say that small dogs have small bladders. Staring at me didn't help her, so she results to falling on my face.
I covered my head with the covers (knowing the standard procedure) and hoped that would cushion my head and her fall.
Nope.
She landed right on my face.
Ya know when you're lying down texting and you're phone falls on your face? Yeah, it's 10 times worse than that.
I know she is only the size of a loaf of bread... so she didn't do much damage, but it still isn't the most refreshing or graceful way to start the day.

Anyway, as you probably guessed, I got up, picked up my dog (because she was too small to jump off my bed), and took her outside to do her business. By this point, I'm freezing my ass off praying that my dog could pee just a little bit faster. Then, I pick her back up like a football, sprint back into the house, hop into the shower, apply makeup. Hair. Clothes. Teeth. Check. Done.

Now, I wasn't the most fashionable girl in school. I mean, I knew what was cute and in style but, to be honest... I just loved skinny jeans, t-shirts, and chucks the best.

I wasn't the most popular, either, but I also wasn't a total outcast. I mean, I had my group of friends that I would share everything with, like new bands, new man crush mondays, secrets... Anything. Then I had the people who I would pass in the hallway and never know whether to wave to them or not because I didn't know where we stood... Then I had the rest of the school population who knew of me, but could really care less about what I did.

Anyway, on with my day. I drove to school like any normal 17 year old with a license and a beat up car. Blaring my music always happened in the mornings. Even though it's not safe, kids, it makes everything better... and it made me feel like quite the bad ass, actually.

In order to get into the school, you need to sign in through the office. I guess it's some sort of security thing so that, ya know, they know you're not some arms dealer or whatever.
So I started to sign the clipboard as I overheard a conversation going on across the room.
"Okay, Mr. Styles. You're all set. Here's your planner, your schedule, and a complimentary Groove wood High pen!" the elderly lady excitedly clapped her hands as she looked over her glasses, "Go Beavers!"

I looked over at the young man that she was talking to. He looked like he could be a junior or a senior by the way that he twirled his keys around his finger. His curly brown hair hid his eyes as he concentrated on his schedule, but when he looked up, it framed his (What seemed to be) green eyes perfectly. He wore a leather jacket (the kind you would see in Elvis movies), black jeans, and brown boots. I was strangely hypnotized by him as my secretary tried to regain my attention by clearing her throat and tapping her pen against the clipboard.

He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Then his eyes glanced over towards my direction. I nervously looked down at my feet and pretended like I didn't see him, but he knew I did.
Duh, dumbass, you just made awkward eye contact. Of course he saw you.
As I gained some bravery, I looked up again to see if he was still staring.... He was. So I attempted to wave and smile. I turned to walk out the door and bumped into another student walking in. Damnit, I bet that was attractive to watch, Chloe. I apologized profusely to the poor freshman just wanting to know where his homeroom was.
Then I recollected my books that I had dropped on the ground and walked out of the office avoiding confrontation and eye contact.

It was Psych class with Mrs. Vida and she was one of the only reasons why anyone took that class. Her crazy gesticulations, outbursts, and shenanigans were just something that everyone had to see to believe.
I remember she told us a story once about how she got into a car accident twice in one day. ONE DAY. She said it was the New York blood in her, but we all believed it was because she just drives like a nut. And we love it.
Also, her innocence and naivety just makes it even more hysterical. See, Mrs. Vida has never had a cellphone in her life. She doesn't know the difference between an iPhone and an Android, nor does she even know how to work them. She just knows that they are used for phone calls and texting. That's it.
One day, my friend said to her, "Hey, Mrs. Vida, I won't be here tomorrow."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm going to the Apple Store."
Excitedly she exclaimed, "The Apple Store?! Like the orchards?! Oh my gosh, how exciting! What kind of apples do you get?"

I think I've made my point.

But just because she doesn't use them, doesn't mean she doesn't spot them. It actually means the opposite. She can tell if you're texting from a mile away. The way she describes it is that "The light is just so mesmerizing and I just have to go check it out! Because my mind's just like 'Oooh! Shiny! I must have!'."
She even asks people if she can call people on their phone. But the funny part is that she's like, "I'm just kidding, I don't know how to use this. Show me! Can I call your mom?". She's a nut. It's great.

Anyway, today we were learning about the inner workings of the eye when the door quietly opened. It was my principal, Dr. McCabe.
"Hello, Mrs. Vida."
"Good Morning, Dr. McCabe!" She smiled the widest and brightest smile that you have ever seen (that could probably be misconstrued as complete and utter creepiness), "What can we do for you today?"
"Well, I'd like to introduce to you one of our new students," the door slowly opened behind him as the guy I met earlier walked through. My eyes widened, "Dean Styles."
"Hello, Dean." the class greeted him with a monotone voice. But his eyes landed directly on me.

As Dr. McCabe talked to our teacher about Dean's history, the class filled with whispers and hushed voices. Dean, however, ignored them as he sat two seats away from me.

Great, this is awkward. What are the odds of having the same, attractive boy that I awkwardly embarrassed myself in front of this morning in my first block class?

As the lecture went on and I took down some notes, I could feel holes being burned into the side of my face. Is there something on my face or what? Becoming paranoid, I touched my fingertips to my cheek.
Nope.
At the corner of my eye, I could see that his eyes never wavered as they continued to bore into me. Then when my eyes returned back to my notes, his did too. The uncomfortable feeling was as awkward as this morning. Having someone watch my every move? I mean who does that! It's just fucking creepy, no matter how attractive you are.

The bell of salvation rang as I hurriedly grabbed all of my stuff and headed out the door.

Notes

Hey guys :D I needed a break from the lovey dovey stuff. So I decided to write something a little different? Do you like?
And I wrote this whole chapter before but something happened and my page refreshed. GAHHHH. That was frustrating. So just know that I probably had much better, thought out lines in my earlier chapter.
ANYWAY.
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