Emily's pov

First period math with Mrs. Smith was okay.

I focused on what she said and wrote down my usual color coordinated notes.

They help me organize everything and emphasize the important parts I need to remember.

I was relieved when the bell interrupted Mrs. Smith mid sentence.

She sighed and dismissed us.

I packed my bag and headed for my locker.

"Hey girl!" Shouted my best friend Brooke.

I look to my right and see red curls struggling their way through the crowd, trying to reach me.

"Forgot me already?" She asked as I shut my locker and tackled her in a bear hug.

"I missed you so much." I muttered against her hair.

"So did I!" She exclaims, what seems to be guilt swims in her eyes.

"Hey hey hey it's okay, I get that you have to stay in New York with your dad every summer, it's the only time you get to see him, so I get it." I try to ease her sadness.

"I guess..., I love my dad but we're gonna have problems if he keeps stealing me from my best friend every summer." She laughs.

"You're not the only person he's going  to have to deal with." I add and join her laughter.

I notice the hallway suddenly turns silent, something that is very odd and rarely ever happens.

2 guys walk by and what seems like the eyes of every girl present follow them.

One is blond with baby blue eyes, he has a smile on his face and winks at a girl by the vending machine, and she nearly has a heart attack.

The other is the rude guy I met in the parking lot!

Anger bubbles inside me as I remember the incident. How dare he?

"Did you see those gorgeous guys?" Says Brooke dreamily.

"Pft, gorgeous? Far from it." I say as I make my way to my next class.

"Are you blind? They're mouthwatering." says Brooke.

"Brooke that's disgusting, stop it."

"Fine, I heard they're from England." she replies.

"You may be right, I had the displeasure of quite literally bumping into one of them and he had a British accent."

"You what?!" She says a little too loud, "and you didn't think to mention this to me?"

"Why would I? Nothing happened" I reply. "Anyway we'll catch up later Brooke, this is my class." I point at the door and hug her goodbye.

I'm relieved we don't share this history class together, because if we did I don't think I would be able to escape her endless questions.

I find a seat in the front row which is empty except for a girl sitting two seats down from me.

Class starts and Mr. White explains what we will be covered this semester.
I scribble them down just so I can take a look at it later and be ahead on my work.

The teacher's speech is almost over when the sound of the door hitting the wall diverts everyone's attention to the intruder.

It's the rude stranger. I have got to stop calling him that and find out what his name is.

"What?" The stranger harshly asks Drew when he finds him starring at him.

"I don't tolerate tardiness Mr. King, I will let it slide this time since it is your first day." says Mr. White disapprovingly.

"You may sit next to miss Brown in the front." he continues.

Wait what... I look at the stranger and he smirks, clearly amused by my shocked expression.

"Close your mouth sweetie, wouldn't want you to eat a fly." he leans over and whisperes.

I wait until the teacher isn't looking and turn to him.

"What gives you the right to talk to me that way?" I ask.

"Who said I needed permission?" He smirks.

Oh I'd do anything to wipe that smirk off his face right now.

I ignore him and focus on the teacher who is assuring us that we'll easily pass his class if we pay attention.

Well I'm clearly struggling to do that at the moment, with a particular green eyed stranger starring at the side of my head.

"What's your name?" He finally asks.

"Emily.", I softly say, seeming to have lost my voice.

"Axel." he nods.

Axel. I finally have a name to give the rude stranger.

"Well it isn't very nice to meet you." I say as the bell rings.

He smirks yet again and exits the class.