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Freshman Mia...as well as every other grade lol. This is her now.

1 year later...

Mia's P.O.V

Guess who's your high school freshman? That's right, me! My first day of high school was looking successful already, and I just woke up hours ago.

Ryan attends UCLA, as of late August. He's a college freshman and I'm a high school freshman.

The cool thing about this school, no uniform is required. Which I am 100% grateful for. And I'm quite sure Carson feels the same way.

"Mia! We're high schoolers!" Carson exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

I giggle. She grabbed my hand and dragged me up the front stairs of the school. I smile, following behind her.

The halls were crowded with other freshman, like us, sophomores, juniors and seniors. I could spot the jocks and cheerleaders, popular crowd, from down the hall.

Mostly players on the football team. Basically the whole football team.

Me and Carson made our way to the office to get our schedules. We both have English together, first period. Then after that we're separated until last period, which is Algebra.

Daniel and his squad go to Westlake Valley High while me and Carson go to Riverside High. It's crazy, we both go to schools that are sworn enemies.

I haven't talked to Daniel since the all star game. Since then, we haven't really talked. He hasn't made an effort, and neither have I.

Alex goes to his school as well, along with KJ and a few of my other former teammates. I grew a couple more inches during the summer, which puts me at 5'6". Tall enough.

The boys are 6 feet and 6'2". I can't top that. They're like towers.

Anyway, back to what I was saying. I'm so excited to be a freshman. Clean slate. No drama. Just me and my best friend.

We walked into our first period class together. We chose seats right beside one another, because we didn't want to be separated.

This is my partner in crime.


After first period, me and Carson were walking in two different directions. Me left, her right.

I tried my best to get through the halls, avoiding to bump into any seniors or upperclassmen. They were known to be really ruthless in this school.

I checked my schedule, making my way to Global 1. Which was on the second floor. I headed to the staircase as quick as possible.

On my way up the stairs, I bumped into someone, dropping my bookbag in the mix of it.

"I am so sorry." He said, bending down to help me.

"No it's fine. I got it." I say, bending down as well.

I pick up my bookbag, standing up to my full height again. He stood up as well, hovering me.

"You are gorgeous. How come I've never seen you around here before?" He asked.

"I'm a freshman." I say, moving hair behind my ear.

"With a face like that, you sure don't look like one." He said, hitting on me.

I blush, looking down.

"I'm Dylan. The most popular guy in school. Football team captain and senior quarterback." He said, staring at me with his gorgeous blue orbs.

"Well, Dylan, it was nice meeting you. But I really, must go. I have to get to my next class, and I don't wanna be late." I say, beginning my way up the stairs.

He grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" He asked.

"Mia." I say.

He released my arm.

"Okay, I'll see you around then, Mia." He said.

I watch him walk through the door, leaving me to second guess everything.

I have a bad feeling about him.


"So, did you meet anyone new today?" Carson asked, as we sat at the table for lunch.

"I ran into the schools most popular kid. Like, literally." I say.

"Dylan Murray?" She said.

"Yes. How do you know him?" I ask.

"He is the hottest boy in this school Mia. The most popular, the most athletic. Every girl wants him." She said.

"He's not my type of guy then." I say.

"If he took time out of his life to talk to you, you must be worth talking to Mia." She said.

"I don't know Car. Something about him rubs me the wrong way. He doesn't seem like a good person." I say, shifting in my seat uncomfortably.

"Are you kidding? Mia, I would kill to talk to that beautiful creature." She said.

Before I could say anything else, I look up just in time to make eye contact with him. I quickly look away, staring back at my salad.

"I don't really care." I say.

"Mia, you don't understand yet. But you will eventually." She said.

I look back up to see his eyes trailed on me. Looking nowhere else but at me. He had a cheerleader in his lap, but he paid her no mind as he kept his eyes on me.

What did he want?


I was making my way down the hall to last period. Sadly me and Carson were coming from two different classes, in two different locations, so we couldn't quite meet up.

I walked with my head down. I wanted to avoid everyone now. At first I was confident about starting HS, now I'm not anymore.

I walked into someone else, this time getting ready to hit the floor, until they grabbed me. I look up to see Dylan.

"Woah there, we've gotta stop running into each other like this. I'm beginning to think you just like being close to me." He said.

"I'm sorry, again. I guess I need to pay better attention where I'm walking." I say.

"Yeah, you should. I wouldn't want a pretty face like yours to get hurt walking into people like me." He said.

What's that supposed to mean?

I nod, shrugging off the comment.

"What class do you have now?" He asked.

"Algebra. In this room right here." I say.

"Interesting. I remember when I used to take Algebra. Flunked the class, passed the test." He said.

I nod. He bit his lower lip, staring at me. I frown.

"Listen, Mia, me and my friends are having this Back-to-School party Friday night. I was hoping you'd come. And bring your friend with you." He said, turning his head toward the door.

I look the same way to see Carson standing there with her jaw agape. He winked at her, before turning back to me. He lifted my face beneath my chin.

"I'd love to see you there." He said, grinning.

"I-I have to ask my dad." I say.

"You do that. Be a good girl." He said, smirking.

After that, he walked away with his squad of teammates/friends. I take a deep breath and walk toward Carson.

"I want all of the details, now." She said.

She saw everything, what is there to explain?

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