Crashed Into Love.

      Usually when someone says, 'yippee! It's the beginning of a new semester,' I'm like yeah! This is going to be so boring!!! Same old bullies, miss popularity and Mr. charming walking around causing trouble and breaking hearts...     But this year, things are going to be a lot different. See it's my last chance to make a name for myself, leave my legacy behind and all that crap. Well at least that's what my guidance counselor suggested. In the past I've been known as the weird, quiet type voted most likely to be forgotten after graduation.      My parents are from a wealthy society where it's considered normal to have your kid called into detention three times a week for either skipping class or pulling some lame-ass prank. So, to have a little anti-social nerd with outdated baggy jeans and big-eyed rimmed glasses, a part of their family was quite worrisome. To put it nicely, they thoug

    Today just doesn’t seem to be my day, first I had to be lectured by my mom for my choice of outfit. Which was quite a normal thing, but because she started earlier than usual, I had to escape before breakfast. Then almost like a routine getaway from uncle Sam, I tried taking my safe path out, but yet again my plans got disrupted when he managed to track me down… now what am I supposed to do in the future? The last thing I want is to be seen as another attention worthy Miss popular arriving in an eye-catching Audi.     The less noticeable I am, the less trouble I’ll be in. Well that worked for the first few years. Unfortunately, I guess all my luck finally ran out. Besides being spotted or rather bumping directly into the one and only triple 'H' of our school.... Handsome, Hot, Heartbreaker... ‘Jeremy Adams’, who was obviously staring at me like I am some sort of weirdo; I was also captured by the energetic uncle Sam this tim

    ‘I’ve never being this anxious in my life to escape an awkward encounter, gush what a terrible morning. Not only did I bumped into my secrete crush once, but twice within a matter of hours. To say I made a complete fool of myself would be an understatement. Like any other sane girl at West-Bay Academy, my naïve little heart fluttered at his touch and mesmerizing scent…. Teenage hormones are a ticking time bomb,’ Erika concluded as she sat at her usual secluded spot to the farthest end of the classroom.      She wasted no time in burying her face into her text book, patiently waiting for Miss Archer to begin today’s lesson, not paying too much attention to whatever unnecessary discussions drifted through the air. Only until the exciting announcement was made for the school’s internship program did she regain her sense of awareness. For those that were actually serious about making a career in the medical filed, it was trul

    “Fine, I won’t get your parents involved, but… on two conditions.” Principal McAbee thought of using this as an opportunity to slowly guide the little antisocialist into the right path of normalcy. So, he took his seat behind the office desk with a clear mission.     Erika could already guess where this was headed, but since it was her only alternative, she had to accept whatever came her way. “What’s the price?”    “You haven’t registered for an afterschool activity as yet to qualify for the internship and no I’m not allowing you to assist in the library department, that does not count as interactive.” Did she really think she could get away that easy?    “Well I’m not joining the debate team either, how about props and lighting in drama class?” She tried reasoning.   “Nice try, but that’s not going to work… I was thinking more along the

      “Hold that thought, I really need to use the bathroom.” Chelsey interrupted before dashing into her nearby room.         Five minutes later sighing a breath of relieve, she slowly stepped back into the hall space only to meet the lingering gaze of her brother as if he was anxiously waiting for her return. “Alright, I’m all ears, what do you need? Just stop acting so weird.”        “Sorry.” Jeremy coughed dryly then stated, “I’m kind of curious about this Stevens girl, she… well… umm… she sort of bumped into me twice this morning.” Ever since they were kids, Jeremy had always felt comfortable enough to talk to his big sis. Perhaps thinking she was the only logical and sane person in their family.         “And? What’s the big deal? I’ve met her once before when I was delivering s