1 The First Time I Saw Him

Hi, my name is Isabelle and this is my story. When I was little I love romance and can never get enough of it, but when I started to grow up I understand that not every relationship is perfect. I have been in a few relationships, but they never end upright. But I still believe that someone out there is perfect for me.

Today was my first day of senior year. I'm so excited for this year. I'm one of those students that would always get A's at school without trying. Many people don't like me because they think that I'm a teacher's pet, which is really funny. I've never been a teacher's favorite student.

My friends would always laugh at it when someone calls me a teacher's pet. My friends are always there to support me through everything. Avery is my best friend out of the whole group. Then there was Addy, which is Avery's twin. The last person in our group is Rachal. Rachal and Addy are best friends.

I finally arrived at school. My friend was already there waiting for me. I said, "Hi guy, sorry I was late."

"You better be sorry. We were waiting for you for so long," said Avery by the bench with an almost about to burst face.

"I'm sorry, ok? I woke up a little later than usual. So what's new?" I tried to explain. Try to make the most innocent face, so she forgives me.

"Fine. Now stop making that face. Ummmm... I think that there is a new student in our grade. There are rumors that he is really cute, but also really cold toward people."

"Really, have you guys seen him yet?" I ask. I'm surprised that there is a new student this year. Last year we didn't even have one new student but this year we do. I'm excited to meet this new student.

"No, we have not met the new student. I hope I get some class with him so I can meet him," said Addy. The first bell rings.

"Ok, I guess it's time for school. Bye guys, I don't have the same class as any of you but good luck on your first day of school." I said. My first class is calculus, which is my favorite class.

In class, my teacher started to tell us the rule in the classroom and the grading policy. I started to doze off, but this guy comes into the classroom. He was so cute and handsome. He looks like he came out of the movies. He had light brown hair, brown eyes, and was really tall.

"Hi, there you must be a new student. Can you please introduce yourself?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Hi, I'm Michael," said the new student. Right then I realized he was the most handsome guy I ever meet.

"Ok, Michael. Can you please take a seat by Isabelle? The seat next to the girl with brown hair in the third row" the teacher says. He looked over at me. I have so much emotion right now. How can someone be this hot? Am I dreaming right now?