1st Chapter

Jessica

It all started on the first day of school. We were all entering 8th grade, which was actually mega cool for us. I was especially excited because we didn't know how we were going to be mixed together. Our old class was ok, but as far as boys went, it was the worst selection. None of them looked anything like 13 and to put it in English, completely crappy.

I know it doesn't sound very interesting to read about the life of a thirteen year old, but everything took a huge turn. Except that I still didn't have a cell phone because of my parents. Not only was I no longer sitting next to my best friend Sandy, not only did we have new teachers or the quietest girls ever in the world. (Unlike me.) No, as you can probably expect: There were new boys! Once the biggest shithead from our class: Korbinian. Somehow he seems like a three year old to me, but we don't want to blaspheme..... Then Jonas, I somehow have no opinion about him, only his is laugh funny. Next Lukas, who somehow has a crow's voice, because of his voice change and last Jannik. I won't say anything about him for now...

My first day at school was really exciting, because I am (still) sitting next to my friend from elementary school: Ariana. She is Albanian and of course very patriotic. But her humor is funny, even if she always wants to be the center of attention. Our new teachers introduced themselves and although more than half of them are old men, I think they do good teaching. During the breaks everything was actually the same as before: I still walked around with Finja, Sandy, this year also Ariana. So far, nothing special, really.

In the first week of school it actually went on like that. Only I noticed that someone was staring at me a lot. I really don't know how I even noticed that, so the second week of school I decided to see who it could be. Once in art and also at the break, I caught him. It was none other than Jannik, the 15-year-old from our class. You're probably wondering: Why 15? Yes, a year later in school and repeated another year. Well, he's not that stupid. He's not that tall, but he has dark brown hair, brown eyes... I know it sounds boring, but he's really good looking... unlike others.

The first time I caught him staring at me was in the schoolyard. Again, I had this weird feeling that someone was watching me and I looked around. Then I saw his chocolate brown eyes staring at me and at that exact moment he quickly and conspicuously looked away. I can still remember that moment, how I started to grin slightly. You can probably guess why. Actually, I didn't want anything from him at that moment, I didn't really care about him as much as Jonas or Paul from our class. Better said, I just found him kind of annoying. All the time he had to make comments about everything, all the time he had to yell in sports. But he was just like that, nothing could be done about it. At least that was the most harmless thing about his character until now.

But I just felt really cool that a 15-year-old was paying attention to me. Of course, I was still a little unsure if he was really looking at me, but that was confirmed after a few times in class and art.

When we had art replacement, Finja and Sandy discussed with me what we should prepare and do at the sleepover party at Finja's, which we didn't do after all. I wrote down laughing a few things, while the others did homework and Paul had his arm tattooed, where of course I had to write something. When I looked up at Sandy, I briefly looked over to the other table, where Jannik was also sitting. He looked at me so concentrated and with a sweet puppy dog look. In the moment I was really a little touched by it, but only a few seconds that I didn't notice. ,Ey, have you ever noticed that Jannik looks at me all the time?", I asked the two. "Yeah, that's right!", Sandy said as usual, although I knew exactly that she probably hadn't seen it.

He didn't really mean anything to me at first, or at least I didn't know. But then, I had no way of knowing how much that would change. Sometimes I really don't know whether to regret it or not.