The Untold Story of the Best Friend

                                                                           ~Matt's POV~

                  My story starts like any other, being late for school, again. It was a drab Monday morning, and I was once again afflicted with I-Don’t-Want-To-Go-To-School-idis. But I knew I had to, seeing how it was the start of a new semester, and I’d already used up all my sick days. I slowly got out of bed and drudged over to my closet to change. My clock read 8:15 by the time I was ready to go. “MATT!” my mom yelled upstairs, “You better get your ass down here NOW! You’re going to school!” I sighed and ran downstairs, attempting to avoid my mom. Unfortunately, that’s impossible. “You missed the bus again; you’ll have to walk to school. I can’t believe you blah, blah, blah, blah,” I had long ago acquired the skill of automatically tuning out her bitching, which was coming in handy at this point. I got my backpack, grabbed a banana on the way out the door, and started my 2 mile trek to school.

                I ignored the judging stares from my classmates as I walked into my first period class. So what if the class was half over? It was Theology, the class where you actually had to try to fail. "So nice of you to join us Mr. Link," Mr. Zahn said, not even turning away from the board. "Hey," I said casually, sitting in my usual seat in the back corner. The annoyance showed on Mr. Zahn's face, but he'd been teaching long enough to know that this was a hopeless battle he couldn't win. I felt bad for Mr. Zahn; he was a good teacher and a really nice guy, but he had to put up with so much crap from people. Shoving the feeling of guilt to the back of my mind, I took out my notebook and started copying down the notes on the board.

              "Hey Matty, what's shakin' bacon?" my best friend Connor greeted as he slapped my back. "I thought you had D lunch this semester," I replied somewhat startled. I scouted the packed lunchroom for an empty table, finally spotting one near the back doors, and started weaving through the lunch tables. "Well, I just missed you so much that I had my counselor switch it," he looked up at me with large puppy dog eyes. "You're full of it," I pointed out the obvious. He burst out laughing and I couldn't help but join in. "Hey! Did you hear? There's a new transfer student!" "So what? There's always someone transferring over second semester." "Yeah, but my sources tell me that this one's a girl," he winked. In all honesty, I didn't really care. A new girl was nothing out of the ordinary, plus I was still getting over my break-up with my ex-girlfriend Kayla. But I wasn't going to let Connor know that, so I let him blab on about various things until lunch was over.

                After stopping by my locker to get my books for the next 3 classes, I made my way to World History. Surprisingly, I got there early for once, but I wasn't the first one there. A girl I didn't recognize sat alone at a desk, staring out the window. "E-excuse me?" I asked quietly stepping into the room. The girl spun around and looked at me with big, round eyes. I noticed that they were a gorgeous emerald green that matched her long, straight blond hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I took a step back. She shook her head and stood up, "Oh no, it's okay. I was just daydreaming and didn't notice you come in." "You're new here right? I'm Matt," I extended my arm and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you Matt. I'm Emily, I just moved here from Sudden Valley." We made small talk until the beginning of class, which we ended up having a pop quiz in.

                Finally, the 3:10 bell rang and the classroom was evacuated in a matter of minutes. I met up with Connor at his locker and we walked out to the bus together. "Aw man, I hate this! I mean, we're juniors and we still have to ride the bus!" Connor complained like he always does. "You know my mom would rather die than let me drive hers," I replied glumly. It was the truth, my mom wouldn't let me even look at her car, let alone drive it. Connor had somewhat of a similar problem, excluding the fact that he had failed to get his driver's license. "So did you see the new girl?" he asked staring at me intently. "Yeah, we have World History, Biology, and English together." His reaction was priceless, and I wish I could describe it, but I could never do it justice. "What do you mean you have 3 classes with her?! That is SO unfair! You have to tell me everything!" I had to stifle a laugh because he sounded like a girl asking for the latest gossip.