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Monday, October 21st, 2013

My alarm wakes me up. I grumpily smack it, in no specific spot, which ultimately led to it just falling off of my desk, and turning off with a thud on the floor. "Stupid Clock" I grumbled to myself.

I did my morning routine, consisting of brushing my teeth, combing my hair, taking 30 mg of Prozac, got dressed in a sky blue V neck, cutoff skinny  jeans, and my favorite grey converse.

When I got to school, I instinctively go to my locker. Amiss the usual morning chatter of the people around me, I hear one loud, high pitched scream. "JESSE!!!" Oh god. not again. Bailey comes up from behind me, and awkwardly tries to hug/snuggle me from behind. "Hi, Bailey" I mutter. I shouldn't be surprised about this anymore. She does this every day.

I told her that I needed to go to the library. Knowing her hate of books, she and I parted ways. Thank god, I know how to push her buttons. Instead, I went to my locker. I swapped out my books and binders, and closed my locker. The bell rang, telling us that we have 3 minutes to get to class. Also known as the worst noise in the world. After closing my locker, I walked up to Biology.

"Hello, Jesse!" Said Mr. Warwood, my biology teacher. I never really knew why he took a liking to me. All I knew was that the rest of the school hated him. But then again, the rest of the school wasn't especially fond of me either. I think he noticed this, which is why I think he always welcomed me to his classroom with open arms.

A few more students shuffled into the room over the next minute or so. I wondered if the bells were broken, it didn't usually seem to take this long. To my relief, it did, before my bully, David Hansen entered the room. I loved when he was late. That just meant I had 5 more minutes of David-free Biology.

David, unfortunately sooner than expected, entered the room, and crashed down all his stuff next to me. "Morning, faggot". A familiar phrase, especially from him. Mr. Warwood, almost on cue, yelled from his desk, "MR. HANSEN. You were not here when the bell rang. Tell me I'm wrong." David swore under his breath, and went down to the office to get a tardy slip.

Once David was gone, Mr. Warwood started his lesson. Suddenly, as if from heaven, the most beautiful guy I had ever seen walked into the room. Mr. Warwood stopped mid sentence. "Oh, hello. Your Spencer, right?"

I hear a quiet "Uh, yeah".

"Well then, take a seat next to.... ummm..... That open seat over there. Jesse, Could you raise your hand, so that Mr. Beckstead knows where to sit?"

I snapped out of my trans. HE IS SITTING NEXT TO ME??? Mr. Warwood shoots me a playful smile and a wink. I raise my hand, slowly. Did he see me checking him out earlier? The boy - Spencer Beckstead, comes and takes Davids seat. No way! I had traded someone as bad as david to this beautiful guy sitting next to me now? Best period EVER!

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a small, but beautiful voice from next to me, saying "Hi...I'm Spencer Beckstead"

Aww snap!!! Get ready guys! What do you think? Dont forget to comment and vote!

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