Competition

Chapter One: Do I Have... Feelings?

*rrrring rrrring*
I woke up to my alarm. It was 6:30 in the morning, on a Monday. I pressed the snooze button on my alarm, ready to fall back asleep when I remembered; today was the first day of 10th grade. "Oh crap," I thought. I rolled off of my bed, in the messiest way possible and ran to my bathroom. Yesterday, I already made sure that I chose the most impressive outfit for the first day of school; a black tank top with a blue flannel shirt and light-navy skinny jeans.
  As I was changing, I looked into the mirror and saw my hair. OMG. I looked like I just got ran over by a dumpster truck. I took my hair brush and I started torturing my hair, trying to get it perfectly straight and then I put it into a neat but reasonably messy bun. I looked at the clock and the time read 7:05. I still have ti--whoa, wait, WHAT?!?! It took me 35 minutes to change and make my hair?! Ughhh, I don't have time to eat breakfast. I rammed my way out of the bathroom, grabbed my backpack, tripped over my brother, and scrambled my way out of the house.
   Well. Off to school I guess.
As I jogged to John Hill High School, I saw a car driving right next to me. I looked into the driver's seat and saw a very familiar looking man wearing Aviator Shades. I tried to remember who the man was, and stupid me wasn't paying attention to where I was jogging. I tripped over a crack and I landed face-first into the grass. Owww, that hurt a lot. I guess the driver saw me on the grass and felt bad for me so he pulled up onto the sidewalk and walked out of the car. He opened the passenger seat door and out walked a guy. He wasn't just any guy; it was Weston, the super hot guy with the jawline sharper than a knife. Weston ran over to where I was and grabbed my hand, lifting me up.
"Uhm are you okay?" he asked me, with a concerned look.
"Oh uhhh... yeah I-I'm okay." I stuttered. "Ugh, I probably look like a mess right now don't I?" I asked.
"Nah, you look okay. You just have a few dirt marks on you but I'll fix that up for you." He said.
He took out a hankerchief and started cleaning my face up. I looked at my watch. Oh my god it's 7:08. "Uhm Weston? Could I maybe have a ride to school? It's 7:08 and I dont want to be late for the first day of school."
"Yeah sure." He replied. He took my hand and lead my to his car. As I sat in the car, I caught him staring at me a few times. He needs some milk, I thought in my head. I'll admit, he was pretty hot but I didn't think that he would like me, considering that I just fell onto the grass while staring into the oblivion. Well, this day couldn't be any better. Tripping on a crack to having a ride with Weston is already bad enough. Who knew that I could fall for this super hot guy...