Striking Green Eyes.

I get to school just as the warning bell rings and I hurry inside.

My school, Brixler Private High.

As you all guessed from the name, it's a private school and yes, I'm wearing a uniform.

Our uniform consists of white blouse, dark blue striped top tie, navy blue pleated short skirt, white knee high socks with 3 blue stripes and a navy blue blazer to go on it for the girls, and white shirt, blue striped tie, navy blue long trousers, ankle whitr socks and a navy blue blazer for the boys.

"Hey Sum!" Remember when I said there are some people I'll introduce to you later on?

Well, here comes one.

I see my best friend waving at me from my locker. Our lockers are right beside each other's.

I smile and go hug her.

Meet my best friend, Chelsea Williams. She has brown eyes, auburn hair and is quite crazy in the head. Her family isn't that perfect but very rich. Her father owns an oil company and her mom is a housewife.

Not perfect, but lovely.

"You are late again today." She says as soon as I pull away.

"Overslept." I say and she rolls her eyes.

"Well, I decided to wait for you like the good girl I am not so we could go for Calculus together." She smiles.

"I know you hate Calculus Chelsea. That's the real reason you waited for me. You didn't want to sit in Mr John's boring class."

"You caught me." She smiles and I close my locker.

We both walk to his class and as soon as we enter, all eyes are on us.

"Miss Hathaway, Miss Williams, you are late. Again."

"I'm sorry. Traffic." I say, using my usual excuse and Mr John turns to Chelsea but she just shrugs.

"I had to use the restroom."

"Go sit down. Both of you." We hurry to our seats.

I open my textbook and I listen to Mr J's lesson.

I may hate school, but I still want to graduate.

I'm not a straight A student (God forbid me from stressing my brain), but I'm still brilliant enough to graduate.

40 minutes later, I'm at my locker looking for my English textbook, so I can get to class. But Chelsea here has art class and she wants to flunk it, hence the disturbance.

"I'm just saying-"

"Please Chelsea, I'm trying to find something important here." I interuppt her.

"So I'm not important?" She scoffs.

"You know that's not true. You're like the 3rd most important person in my life."

"3rd?!"

"Yeah. You take after my mom and dad." I shrug playfully.

I finally find my book, so I close my locker.

"Can't we just skip class together? Please?"

"Nope."

"Please?" I turn to face her.

"Unlike other subjects, I actually like English class."

"You're sooooo boringggg."

"But I'm your best friend anyway." I smile.

"You know what? Goodbye." She walks away. I shake my head and walk to class alone.

My phone rings in my bag, so I try to unzip my bag while holding the books, while walking, without looking forward.

I know, stupid right?

And I bump into a wall.

Everything falls down. My books, my phone, the contents in my bag, and me.

"Ow." I run my head.

"Hey, you okay?" The wall asks me.

Wait!

I look up to see the wall I hit, is actually a person. He crotches down to my level.

The first thing I notice are his eyes.

My new favorite color is totally green.

Those striking green eyes are drawing me to them.

Then I notice his hair. It's normal black hair but his black is shining! I wish I could run my hands through them.

Then he has small kissable lips that seems to be moving right now.

Wait- they are moving!

I shake my head.

"Excuse me?"

"I said are you alright?" He asks with amusement in his eyes.

"I'm...I'm....I'm..., yeah, sure." I start to pick my books from the floor and he helps me with my bag.

"You sure you are all right?" He asks again as I stand up.

"Yeah sure why wouldn't I be? It's not like pigs can fly or anything. If pigs could fly, then surely I'm not okay right?" I ramble.

"Okay?" He gives a little laugh.

I mentally hit myself.

I do not know why I'm nervous.

"Sorry." I apologise and he shakes his head.

"No, it's alright. It's good that you're okay." He smiles.

Ohmygod!

He smiled!!!!!!

Those set of dimples staring at me made my legs literally go weak, causing this cute dude to hold me.

His touch makes me feel sparks all over.

And I mean, all over.....

"I'm sorry." I move away.

"It's alright." He hands me my bag

"I have to go." Without waiting for a response, I hurriedly move away from him.