Love Triangle

~Chapter 1~

"I--I love you! Please, Chloe, be with me forever!"
"Ms. Dumont!" I hear a rackety old voice, interrupting my perfect daydream about Maze  Manroe. "Focus on our notes please!"
"Oh, sorry Ms. Williams! I guess I got distracted..." I say, trailing off.
"About what exactly?" I heard her say, leaning closer to me, hands holding a plastic stick used for pointing to words on the screen.
"Um... I don't know, I guess I just got a little bored of the lesson."
I heard chuckles from around the room, a few "roasted!" Lines from around the room, primarily from the annoying boys at the back. It wasn't even that good of a roast, I was just speaking my true feelings.
"Well. I'll see you in detention, Dumont. That is no way to treat a teacher." She says, leaning back up to her stuck up posture. Slapping the plastic stick against her hands. I widen my eyes and take out a piece of paper. That's Ms. Williams.

Caleb, my best friend, turns around and gives me knuckles. Then he turns right back around with no emotion on his face whatsoever.

At lunch, I go to Ms. Williams room to find Maze Manroe, my major crush, sitting at a desk in front of Isabel Hoffman, probably the most popular, prettiest girls in the school, according to boy standards. I roll my eyes and sit next to Maze, trying not to be too straight-forward.
"Hi. What you get in trouble for?"
He laughs and looks away. Geez. You know I thought we would be on better terms than this. You see, he's my best friends, Caleb's, twin brother. I go over to their house a lot. Caleb knows I like him but doesn't like talking about it. I guess boys don't like talking about 'girl' stuff.

"What do you want for a snack?" Caleb asks me, looking into the fridge.
"Do you have any more salads?" He tosses me a plastic container of salad, without looking my way. I catch it abruptly and turn around.
"Thanks"
"No problem"
At the counter, I eat my salad and watch him search for something more hearty.

We are only 14, in our first year of high school, but he looks like a junior, at least. Pretty much girls of all ages moon over him, his perfect brown hair, sharp blue eyes, super tall, slim, athletic posture, covered with the perfect amount of muscles. A huge, handsome smile. I don't know how he's my best friend.