"Now I need everyone to team up with a partner on this project" Ms Pearl, our music teacher informed the class as they started murmuring excitedly "but not with the people you know" a collective round of groaning is heard throughout the class.

I felt a rolled up piece of paper his the side of my head.

"Psst Kamara!!!" He whisper yelled. I knew exactly who that was and decided to ignore him as I focused on what Ms P was saying.

"Just to make sure this works, I made a list myself" I imagined everyone starring daggers at her as she mentioned the names and their partners.

"Now remember, be creative, it could be a song you love so much or just instrumental music or whatever" she paused "and no Veronica, no curse or swear words unless a F- looks good on you" the class snickered at that.

I was paired with the one and only. Drum rolls please. Chris Marvel. Hurray with am eye roll.

Now don't get me wrong, he's hot, well he's team captain so I'm guessing he had thousands of girls already swooning over him so no way for me there.

Pushing that thought behind my head, I headed for my locker to take the books I needed for the next two periods.

"Hi" I didn't need to turn to know who that deep voice belonged to "I just wanted to apologize on behalf of Luke, what he said yesterday at dinner was out of character" he continued as he scratched behind his neck.

I suddenly found interest in my sneakers as I replied 

"It's OK" I said in a voice I could barely recognize as my own, "he didn't kn—"

"Chris!!!" A squeaky voice exclaimed. "What on earth area you doing with that 'thing'?"

I could feel my anger rise. How dare she. I looked up to see the owner of such an irritating manner. I didn't know her but I already knew we were enemies....

"Shut up Elle", Chris replied in a threatening tone I had never heard from him before." You don't know her and you have absolutely no business here" he said, crossing his arms across his chest while standing beside me as I looked at the brunette.

She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing.

"No" she said "THAT THING" she gestures to me, "doesn't deserve to be here"

"Oh and you do?" He didn't give her time to respond "I suggest that next time you decide to talk about Kamara like that, you watch your mouth". He left her stunned as he took my hand in his and led me out of there into our next class which we had together.

***

A single daffodil was in the plastic flower pot in front of a house I had never seen before.

I was sitting on the porch of this house as the sun outside was bright. For some reason unknown to me, I was angry with myself that the flower seemed to be dying.

I felt like I was responsible for it in a way. The petals started wilting and the color draining from it. The life slowly slipping away.

I felt pain all over me as tears started falling down my face. I still didn't understand why I was so upset over this single flower and I still couldn't recognize the house on which I sat on the porch of.

Something happened next, and I didn't know of it was just me but I started imagining that everything will turn back to normal but little did I know that the flower started getting back it's color.

The tears in my face dried as I noticed the flower had come back to life. The smile on my face was one of satisfaction. I was confused as to why the flower didn't just die and how it came back to life.

I noticed someone standing on the road in front of the house. A lady. I looked closer. Mom? What was she doing here? I stood up to tell her what I just discovered but my whole body felt like led. I couldn't move neither could I speak. It felt like I was trapped....

***

"Let me make it up to you OK?" Chris pleaded.

"Chris it's nothing" I said opening my locker and taking out the textbooks I needed.

"So what do you think we should so for out music project?" He asked casually as he leaned on the locker to my right .

I looked up at him because as I said before, I'm kind of shorter than most girls here but I refuse to wear heels because I'd just die before leaving my room. OK that's a little too much but you get where I'm coming from.

"Uh I don't know" I finally said while making eye contact. His eyebrows scrunched up in thinking. Gaawd. He was so cute and sweet I might have diabetes just looking at him. Okay that was corny. Where did that even come from?.

"Hello" he snaps his fingers in front of my face."Stop ogling me and think off something"

"I wasn't ogling you" I lied. I was a terrible liar

"Oh yeah right" he rolled his eyes "you were totally checking me out" he turned around and I really did check him out. 

His hair still in his signature messy style, a blue button up shirt with the first two buttons undone revealing his toned chest, a pair of jeans that hugged his perfectly long legs. Nice butt.

"You're doing it again" he announced as he crossed his arms over his chest as I realize I've been caught in the act.

"Bye" I said before my face could feel hotter than it had become

"I didn't hear the bell" he yelled after me.

"And I didn't stutter" I said increasing my pace to get to my next class.

"So." Chloe said "you and Chris" she raised her eyebrows suggestively

"Really Clo?" I groaned

"Really" she confirmed "your have to tell me what you did to him, he's no longer the Playboy the school knows" she announced in a 'duhh-it-should-be-obvious tone.

"Whatever" I said ignoring her

"But-" she never got the chance to go further because the class started.

***

"Wow" said Chloe "his brother is such a charmer but he totally ruined his chances with you". I had just told Chloe about everything that had happened with me and Chris.

"Mind if I sit here? " asked the one and only.

"What are you doing here?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Eating lunch" he raised his hands in surrender.

I let it go.

Just this once.