Falling for the principal's son

I would love to say Rosefield high school has been the highlight of my life over the past three years but that would be a bigger lie than saying Michael B Jordan is not the most handsome man to have walked the surface of the earth. But, I digress.

Attending school here has been such a slog. The early mornings and late nights. Oh, how I wish I could say I spent them out partying and having the time of my life but it's been all about these assignments and my too many shifts, working at the bar. Don't even get me started with the bullies, the “it girls”, the jocks. Urgh! I can't wait to be done with all of this. In about a year, my bags will be packed and I'll be off to explore the vibrant energy of New York City!

The only thing that makes going to school here bearable is my friend Ash. She rescued me on my first day in school while I was out here looking like a wet, lost puppy. Literally, because someone thought it would be funny to drench me in coffee. Ha ha ha, not funny. I hope you suffer in the hottest part of hell for that one.

Ash has been my only friend for the past three years. While I'm quiet and introverted, she's…ehh… quite the opposite. She's feisty, fierce, opinionated, and drop dead gorgeous. She looks like a Greek goddess and everyday I wonder why she hangs out with me and not the “It” girls. She swears there is a history she isn't ready to relive.

Talking about Ash, here she comes. Her blonde curls bouncing from slide to side as she walked the hallway like a runway, that top clinging to her body like a second skin, her cleavage causing me to question my sexuality for a solid minute. Her walk towards me is interrupted by her boyfriend Clay who grabs her and pulls her into a kiss. Urgh! Please count me out.

I slam my locker shut after gathering my things and head to my calculus class. Just as I turn, I crash into something hard . Funny because I don't remember a wall being here.

My glasses fall to the floor. When I pick them off the floor and look up, I don't see a wall. I see Adonis. True to his name, he must be one of the most handsome men alive. He looks like the Greek gods came together to sculpt a human to show off how good they were at art.

His dark green eyes, his full eyebrows, that thick shrub of brown hair and don't even get me started on those lips. I could lick them all day.

“Then do it” He said with a smirk on his face. Don't tell me I said that out loud!

He tilts my chin gently, pulling me closer. His voice in a sinful whisper beckoned on me: “Go on”.

I freeze like I had just stared straight into Medusa's eyes and his eyes lit up in amusement.

“Chill, you look like you're about to pass out” He teased

Oh shoot!

Heat floods my face. I shove him aside and practically sprinted away.Why do I always have to be so awkward? Why can't I just be...normal? Argh!

Well, I guess this is how I welcome you to the wonderful...scratch that... Chaotic life of Caitlin Graham.

Buckle up. It's going to be a long ride.