September 16th

#Chapter2 September 16th

I ended up not telling him what I needed him to know.

You know how when you're placed on the spot because you've memorized the lines you'll deliver, and you're a hundred percent sure that you'll give them generously. Still, when you're on the spot, the particular spot, you start blabbering words out of your mouth that isn't really relevant to the subject, and you end up not spilling what you actually intend to spill? That's what I have gone through the last three nights ago.

I felt my feet get cold as soon as I walked into the coffee shop. As a surge of fear swept over me, my surroundings darkened. I was trembling and terrified of telling him everything I had memorized in my mind. I suppose I don't dare to tell my best friend how I really felt.

I am a coward. Or maybe I am just afraid that I might lose him and our friendship.

The first day of school is today. I just switched schools this year in high school because I was having trouble at my former school.

When I got to school, I went straight to the Dean's office to get my schedule and, most likely, a school tour. Even so, I can't forget about the girl I saw earlier, the one with golden hair and a beauty mark under her left eye. I wasn't planning on inadvertently making someone's day harder by pulling them.

In my protection, my back pulled her, so I had no idea what was going on. It was completely unintentional, so it wasn't much of an accident for her.

/"Mr. Anderson will see you now,/" A woman with a black pencil skirt and a long white top greets me. She was wearing thick-rimmed glasses, with her blonde hair dyed in such a blatant manner.

I watch her as she comes to a halt in front of a door and knocks before turning the knob and pulling it open. She smiles as she signals for me to enter the room; I gave her a nod before heading inside and watching her shut the door in my face.

/"Please, take a seat, Ms. Jones,/" His voice was profoundly rough, yet it was loud enough for my ears to hear. I took a seat on his right side (my left) as I adjusted the chair to my liking before throwing him a smile of my own. /"Welcome to Anderson High School,/"

/"It's a pleasure,/"

/"Right,/" He says as he starts scavenging through papers on his desk before handing a paper towards me. /"This is your schedule, and your locker number as well as for your combination is written down there. If you have any questions regarding the school, you can ask one of the students here./"

I grabbed the paper from his hand and scanned it as I nod my head at what he just said, /"I made a schedule for a school tour for you later at around.../" he stops midway through his sentence and starts staring into his computer screen as he starts typing something on the keyboard, /"Lunchtime, sounds good for you?/"

/"Any time is a good time,/" I faked a smile on my face as he nods his head, smiling at me. /"May I leave now? I don't wanna late for class anyway,/" I say as he shook his head.

/"You can check up the bulletin board outside this office if you want to. I already gave your first subject teacher a heads up about you being late,/" He says. /"But if you insist on heading to your class, that's also fine./"

/"That's actually great, thank you,/" I say as I stood up from the chair, /"It was nice meeting you.../" I say as my face scrunches up into a questioning look, /"Sir,/" I added, making him laugh as I headed towards the door awkwardly, twisting the doorknob as I pull it, then eventually leaving the room.

Before leaving the office, I gave the nod to the lady who had helped me earlier. The bell started ringing when I was out of the room, and I had no idea whether it was the tardy bell or not. As I began driving, I glanced at the timetable. I look up and down from the paper, trying to locate the room number for the first time.

I suddenly find myself being plunged towards the floor as I scratch the back of my head. I look up and saw a young man towering above me as he looks down on me, /"Should've watched where you're going,/" he says.

He didn't even offer his hand out to me for help, and he says that as if it was my fault. /"This is a hallway, and you're standing in the middle of it. Which means it's not my fault that I bumped into you. It's your fault for choosing to stand in the middle of this h-a-l-l-w-a-y,/" I said slowly, making him roll his eyes at me.

As I lift myself away from the floor, dusting the back of my jeans as I purposefully bump into his shoulder as I walk by, he smiles. As I opened the door with the assigned number written on the nameplate beside it, my lips tugged into a smirk.

As soon as I opened the door, all eyes instantly directed towards me. It was so quiet that it somehow bothered me. The teacher was standing beside a student as he gave me a questioning look, /"Didn't I tell you that I hate students who are being late?/"

/"I was walking from--/"

/"Detention!/"

He screams as I duck my head, shrinking into myself as I get myself to be embarrassed on the first day of school. The girls started whispering to each other as my face turns into a questionable look. /"Cayden, baby,/" I hear the same girl from earlier, whom I bumped into as well, saying that. I turn around and saw the hallway guy who is standing behind me.

He throws a nod towards the girl I accidentally pushed as she looks at me with the most intimidating look that no one has ever given me, /"Hello there, gorgeous,/" he whispers right into my ear as I whipped my head around, narrowing my eyes at him.

/"Both of you, detention! Don't make me come to the Dean's office and--/"

/"Okay, Mr. Brown, whatever,/" The guy behind me says, making some of the girls squeal as some of the boys started to snicker in their seats. /"Jeez, don't get your panties in a twist, Mr. Brown. Calm yourself down if you don't want to get any wrinkles,/"

/"Detention for two weeks!/"

/"You do know that I am related to the Dean, right? So, you tell him about anything that I'm doing; I can do the same to you as well./"

/"I have no place to be afraid of you,/" The teacher says, /"Respect me as your teacher and go to the detention room or I'll drag you both there myself; what's it going to be?/" He added as he placed a hand on his hip.

I start to back up from the door as the hallway guy closes it. I started walking towards the left hallway, stomping my two feet like a child. /"Where are you going?/" I stop in my tracks as I hear the hallway guy shout.

I turned my heel around and gave him a snarky look, /"Detention is this way, gorgeous,/" he says, making me roll my eyes and start stomping my feet once again. He starts chuckling to himself as I make my way towards him.

/"Thanks a lot for getting me into one of your scripted troubles,/" I say as I darted my eyes on him as I continue to walk towards the opposite hallway, finding my way towards the Detention room.

They say that boys like him are hot and cool, but in my opinion, boys like him only scream for trouble, which is the last thing I want to get myself into.