I followed Brendon up four flights of stairs to reach the English 12 classroom, whining about the exercise almost the entire way. He stops me in front of the door.
"I should warn you about Mrs Olives. Everyone who's ever been in her class says she's a horrible person. And I mean horrible. She hates everyone."
"Oh, come on," I say, brushing him off. "She'll love me. Everyone does."
He smiles. "Yeah, you're right. Everyone does."
He walks ahead of me and opens the door. I blush at his comment and follow him in.
"Are you the new girl?" Mrs Olives asks. She has a loud, nasal voice that makes me want to vomit.
"Yes."
"Well take a seat. And hurry." I walk to the seat in front of Brendon, but before I can get there she yells, "NOW!" I frantically rush to the desk and hurriedly sit down. Behind me I hear Brendon quietly laughing.
Class is incredibly, utterly boring. She talks until the last second when the bell rings. We leave, and I walk with Brendon to my locker to put up my book. We've been almost attached today, going everywhere together. But now I have to go to history, and Brendon to gym. Brendon gives me careful directions to the class I'm supposed to go to.
"Give me your phone number so we can text in class," he says. I write it down on a piece of paper from my notebook and we part ways.
At during history I check my phone. Its only been 25 minutes since we last saw each other, yet I have four new texts from him.
Brendon: Hey, how's class? ;)
Brendon: It's so boring in here
Brendon: Can't wait to go home
Brendon: and you'll be there too! ;)
I smile to myself. It's nice to have a friend here. A nice, kind, hilarious, attractive male friend here.
Once class was over, I stood in front of my locker to meet Brendon. Soon enough he comes running down the hall towards me, sweaty from gym. He stops to catch his breath.
"Ready to go? Just follow me and I'll show you where to go," Brendon says as we walk out to our cars. He got into a red Dodge Viper, and I got into my pitiful little car.
We drove maybe twenty minutes before pulling up into the driveway of a brown, two story house.
"Nice house," I tell him when we get out. "And car."
"Thanks. Come on, we practice in the garage," he says.
Brendon opens up the garage door to reveal an impatient Spencer and Ryan.
"Where were you two? We've been waiting here for fifteen minutes!" Spencer said.
"I had to show her how to get here, calm down. Now, do you want to start with Camisado or Time to Dance?"
"Time to Dance," Ryan said.
I sat down on the black couch on my left. They began the intro. Instrumental at first, before I heard a voice that was surely sent down from heaven. When I look up to see who it belongs to, its Brendon. I find myself smiling. He looks over at me and smiles back.
They go through four songs before stopping. Brendon sits down next to me. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? Are you kidding? I love it! You guys have a future as a real band." I say excitedly. Everyone stared back at me. "What?"
"Nothing," Spencer said, "You're just too funny."
They decided to call it quits soon after. Ryan and Spencer left, leaving me with Brendon as I gathered my stuff.
"Thanks for letting me come over. I had a great time. And you do sound like a real band." I say.
"You're welcome back anytime. Can I walk you back to your car?" He asks.
"Sure."
He walked me to my car and I drove home. Then I ate dinner with my mom. Spaghetti and meatballs. It would've been a good dinner if my mom had any idea how to cook. The meatballs are burned and the spaghetti is soggy. I try to choke down a few bites.
"How was school today?" Mom asks.
"Good. I made a new friend," I tell her.
"What's their name?" She questions.
"Brendon."
"Oh, so a boy. Tell me, is he cute?"
"I guess so," I say, forcing back a blush. "He showed me around school. As much as I'd love to stay here and chat, I have calculus that's due tomorrow."
I trudge tiredly up the stairs and get my calculus out of my bag. I sit it on my desk and try to get through the problems so I can go to bed.
My phone goes off. Who texted me? I look at the message.
Brendon: Hey!
Me: Hey!
Brendon: What's up?
Me: Doing calculus. You?
Brendon: We had calculus?
Me: Yes. And I'd love to talk, but as soon as I'm done I'm going to bed.
Brendon: That's fine. Goodnight and may the sweetest dreams come to you.
Me: Goodnight and sweet dreams to you too. :)
Aw, that cutie. That's what I did too. The second I sat my pencil down, I flopped onto my bed and fell asleep.