Falling For You

Chapter 2

As I open the door, a familiar face greets me. It's Caitlyn!

"You're here dude! I haven't seen you in so long! By the way, I love your San Francisco State hoodie.", she remarks.

"Same! I'm so glad we found each other.  I was so scared to be alone. We are just missing Taylor. Where is he?"

"Oh he is just talking to those senior girls over there". Caitlyn points down the hallway where there are 2 tall blonde girls staring at his presence in disgust.

"Oh my god. He has lost it. He is such a cocky junior", I admit.

"True. Come on let's talk to him", Caitlyn says running to him in a tackling manner.

I follow as Caitlyn tackles Taylor and hugs him. I hug him after. We have all been best friends since day 1. We all love the same things and hate the same people. That's why we are such good friends. I like it that way. I haven't been keeping in touch with them though because I haven't had a smart phone yet. I really really want a I Phone 6 though.

"What's up? How has my two favorite girls been up to?", Taylor asks while adjusting his beanie.

"Not much, just had a lazy summer. Like every year. I took many photos too.", I answer without hesitation.

"I just practiced my vocals and been reading magazines. The usual.", Caitlyn answers.

"What about you Taylor? Have girls been chasing you during the summer?", caitlyn asks.

"You already know"

We all 3 burst out laughing and check our schedules and see we have a few classes together.

The bell rings and Caitlyn and I have 1st hour together which is Algebra 3-4. As we head in, we sit towards the back together and talk about little things. Such as our favorite band which is The Neighborhood. As everyone gets in their seat, the final bell rings until the door opens and I see a tall boy looking about 6' with beautiful brown hair, dark brown eyes, plump lips, wearing an all black jacket with skinny jeans rushes through the door.

He is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life. Everything about his physical appearance is so ugh. I want him. But he looks like a complete douche bag. My mother has always told me to stay away from those kind of boys.

"Excuse me, What is your name? And why are you late?", the teacher asks. All the girls in class stare at him and giggle. Of course every girl in the universe is going to love him. I have no chance with him. Ever.

"Dallas. Cameron Dallas, sir. I'm sorry but my motorcycle kind of stopped on me the way here", he says in a hot , deep, morning voice.

"Well Mr.Dallas, don't let this happen again. And if it does, your heading to the office. You understand? I do not tolerate being late in my class".

"Yes sir", Cameron answers sitting in the desk in the back not making eye contact with anyone.