CHAPTER ONE
I am sitting in Math class just counting down the minutes until we get to leave.
"Samantha, is there something very fascinating about the clock?" Say's Mrs. Smith. I honestly don't know how she got a husband. I mean she's just so boring, which doesn't help at all considering that it's Math which is my worst subject. Maybe her husband is an Accountant and so their boring similarities brought them to each other. That, or Mrs. Smith just calls herself that so she won't feel as depressed in her dull life.
"Samantha." She says again a little louder, knocking me out of my daydream of her being pushed off a cliff to her death.
"Yes?" I manage to say through all of the ramblings in my brain.
"Have you been paying attention?"
"Ummm..."
"That's what I thought. Now this time, pay attention!"
Mrs. Smith and her blond hair pulled up in a tight bun, and her beige shirt and skirt reminds me a lot of Angela from The Office. Uptight and plain.
But thinking about The Office makes me think of a funny part from an episode where Pam and Jim keep on pranking Andy until he throws a fit. But it's not until I hear the laughter in my ears that I find that I have laughed out loud.
I look around to make sure that no one heard, but of course, the whole entire class has turned to look at me. I feel my whole face start to turn red and I turn myself back to the board, look up at Mrs. Smith (who's staring at me like the rest of the class), and say, "So, Mrs. Smith, what was that you were saying about..." I pause, looking at the board to see what she was talking about. "Umm," I continue, "about Square Routes?"
Mrs. Smith turns back around and I stare back at the clock. One more minute left. 59, 58, 57...
"Hey."
I'm caught off guard when a hand taps me on the shoulder and I turn around to see a guy staring at me expectantly.
Mmm. I think. Tall, dark, and handsome.
And it's true. he has dark brown, almost black, messy hair that looks like he just got out of bed. Along with his dark hair he has a nice tan that makes is greenish-grey eyes pop out. He's wearing a grey V-neck with a plaid shirt over it. And topping it all off he's wearing jean's that look worn in. So hot.
Finally, I am brought back to earth.
He whispers, "Hey, did you get number eight?"
"No. Did you get.. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, obviously not eight, nine, ten, ele-"
And then I am rudely cut of mid-whisper by the bell, and then he grabs his books and gets up and walks away. Right before he's out the door I call, "Yeah, thanks for the help!" And then he disappears. Mr. Hotty Mc. Hot Hot disappears and I am, oddly, the last person out of the room.
