The dreaded day comes, I groan and shift on my bed. I try to find my alarm clock, as usual I hit and thankfully it falls down on the Berber grey carpet.

I get up from the bed and head straight for the bathroom. I switch on the faucet and splash my face with cold water the only thing which wakes me up from my deep slumber. I prefer not to look in the mirror but my eyes move to the water splashed mirror. My extra large face stands clumsily. The only thing that I like about me was my pink lips and black eyes. Other than that, my size was extra large and I hated the fact that it was summer and my clothes were going to stuck to me because of the humid season of July, expounding on the fact that I had more skin than normal girls in my highschool.

" We could go to school together...." The words ring in my head again. I jerk my head as if it would make his voice and his eyes go away. " As if...." I scowl at myself in the mirror.

Then with a grimace head out and get ready for school choosing a plane grey loose t-shirt. With baggy blue denims.

" Hey Mom. " I kiss mom on cheeks in our living room. She gives me a concerned smile.

" Hi Baby. Excited for your first day at junior year? " She kisses me back and hands me a plate of pancake and a glass of orange juice.

" Yeah." I force a smile and dig into breakfast.

" So... Joseph came yesterday..." Mom says stealthily.

My fork stops. I pretend to move it around the pancake. " Yeah" I say.

" This is your first day right. Why don't you two go to school together? "

I look up and her smile plummets.
" Um..." I gulp. " He has to practice for football after school. So it's better that I take my car. "

" Oh..okay! " She says over enthusiastically. Doubt clear in her eyes but she doesn't say anything. " I will be heading over to office then. Dad has morning duty today. Want something call me okay? " She works in a finance company and my Dad is a doctor.

" Yeah sure. " I mutter hoping she doesn't ask anything more about him.

I head out in the garage soon, taking out my Toyota Cramy out. My eyes involuntarily move to his house, thankfully I don't see his Jeep or him.
Is he awake? Should I text him or maybe call him to ask if he is? Or maybe he is still sleeping.

" No you can't " I murmur to myself.

But you are the one who wake him up every morning, my inner self throws a fit.

I control my hands from reaching for my phone and just drive away from the house without looking back at his house.

The school is blunder like usual. Gaggle of students strutted around thier show off cars in the parking lot. Talking excitedly in high pitched voices. While usually passing me only one or two snicker on the way. The only people I did not want to meet around in morning, gale towards me.

Meet Isabella, Sofia, and ofcourse Scarlett ( who thinks that her and Joseph's fate was decided in heaven.) She flocks around Joseph like a bee and always pompously call him by his full name, giggling halfway through the process. Ofcourse they also are the hottest and most desired girls of Mable High, with their reedy figure and pouty lips. After cheerleading thier favourite hobby is to make snide remarks on people. I usually stay away from them but it seems like a bulldog they were searching for their prey, and they got one in the morning. What a start to school.

They three walk towards me as if they had been assigned a modelling assignment in the middle of parking lot.
" Hi Kimberly seems like summer was more baggy for you than your clothes. " Isabella remarks in a white over the top shorts and a low cut black blouse. Her curly hair gelled usually, she smells like an expensive perfume which her mother have bought from some island on vacation.

Sofia and Scarlett seem to enjoy the jibberish and chortle like hyenas.

" You know what I thought summer might make you..." Scarlett exponentially cringes looking at me up and down. Then all of a sudden something seems to distract the three of them. And I know who it is just by Scarlett's badgering grin. The trio seem to take off the exact moment. Not more than two minutes later the door to the Jeep opens, the three crowd him throwing their simper of worries at him. My gaze travels automatically there. And I see Scarlett gently prodding Joseph's chest with her long fire red painted nails. He is wearing a blue t-shirt which accentuates his eyes with a light blue denim and his adidas shoes. My stomach lurches on the spot, it's just a coincidence that he is wearing them.

Just a coincedence. Just a coincidence. Just a coincidence. I repeat after and after, then all of a sudden his eyes strikes directly at mine. I avert my gaze instantly, and with forced courage I move away from the parking lot to the school hallway.

" Hi Kimberly " Cathy stands beside my locker with yellow blonde hair and beautiful green eyes which are hidden behind a large sqaure spectacles. A first genuine smile comes on my lips and I feel the sudden urge to hug her. But then I choose not to, we both are non- hugger type of person. She has been my friend since Grade 6.

" Hi Cathy. So we have our AP Calculus first thing in the morning? "

She groans and nods her head. " I feel like my head will blast with equations"

" You studied all summer? " Cathy, she is always first in class. So it was pretty normal to spend all her summer vacations in studying and her summer job.

" Yes. " She nods like what else would you think I would do?

I take out my books and close the locker. " Let's go to class. " I drag her along the hallway so that I could take the first seat near the window. So that I wouldn't have to see him, and I can pretend he is not in my class.

I still remember how he took the sheet from me and marked the same classes I chose. Instead of Spanish which he really likes, he chose French with me. When I asked him why, he sighed and said he knows enough Spanish. Then he put up a childish face and  made a remark in Spanish " Sé lo suficiente como para impresionarte. " Which made us laugh till my mother called us downstairs for lunch. I take a seat by the window and look outside. Hoping to stay like this till the teacher comes in. When after some time, Mr. Anderson's incremental voice booms upon the classroom only then I turn my head towards the blackboard. Feeling a gaze on my neck which I ignore till the whole class is over and my notebook is filled with notes.