I slowly walked up to the front doors of a large brick building. I turned around just in time to see a flash of yellow coming towards me. Before I could get the chance to move, I found myself falling to the ground. Instead of feeling the pain of hitting the ground, I felt myself being lifed back up onto my feet. I turned around and saw a tall boy hovering over me.
"Uhm, hi," I mumbled, looking up at the boy. I went speechless when my eyes were looking into his. He had short brown hair and black-rimmed glasses. His face was kind and gentle, everything seeming to fit perfectly."Hey," he replied, shaking my hand. "That was quite a fall you just had. Are you okay?" he asked. I quickly nodded. "My name is K --," I said. He interrupted me, saying, "Kylie Samson, freshman." I stared at him with a look of awe. "H... How did you know?" I stuttered. He giggled softly. "You're my neighbor. Have been for the past five years," he said. "I'm Oliver. Junior and Student Council President," he continued. "Here, let me help you get to your first class," he smiled. I handed him my schedule, a smile plastered on my face. We sat down against the wall of the school, his knee touching mine. He looked at my schedule and automatically looked up at me. "AP Spanish?! As a freshman?!" I laughed, nodding. He continued, "Holy smart! We have first hour together, and you're a freshman!" I laughed and we stood up. He opened the door for me and murmured in a soft voice, "Ladies first." I smiled and walked into the school, Oliver following close behind.
"Let's go to your locker. I'll tell Ms. Kayburn that you had some difficulties with your stuff. That should give us a little bit to talk after we get your locker organized," he told me, his eyes calminjg me down, since I was still nervous, considering this was my first day of high school. I nodded willingly and we started towards my locker.
After a couple minutes of turns and a few hallways, we stopped in front of a row of lockers. "Here we are, Locker 263," he exclaimed, looking at my schedule again. "24, 43, 17," he mumbled under his breath, turning the lock on my locker back and forth. Once he opened it, I put my bag down and he handed me my schedule. I stuffed it in my pocket, opening my bag. "Hm, I have a system when it comes to organizing a locker. Want to see it?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, trying to hide my feelings. "He's being awfully nice," I whispered,a little louder than I had planned. He looked up at me with a shy smile. "I've known you for five years and this is the first time we've ever hung out. I have all the reason to be kind," he admitted.
Once he was done organizing my locker, he stood up and motioned me towards my locker. When I saw the inside of my locker, my eyes widened and I didn't know what to say. Right before my eyes was a system of pure genius. My noteooks were on the bottom of my locker, witih my folders on top of them. My binders were standing up side-by-side on top of those. My small supplies (pencils, pens, scissors, etc.) were on the shelf thing on the top part of my locker. Finally, my book bag was hanging up on a hook. "Holy..." I mumbled afer a few moments of silence. Oliver giggled and hugged me. I froze, not resisting the hug. He looked into my eyes, him and I almsot being the same height.Your hair is soft," he mumbled. "IT may seem odd, but I want to be a hairdresser when I grow up," he continued. I looked at him with a look of awe. "That's awesome," I admitted. "It explains why your hair always looks so nice," I continued. He bllushed, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. "Thanks," he whispered, a small smirk on his face. He put the strand of hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead. I smiled at him and took my hair-tie out of my hair, letting my hair fall over my shoulders. Oliver smiled again, taking hold of my hand. "Cmon, let's go. I want to show you the library," he said. "Ooh, the library!" I eeped, a smile slowly creeping onto my face. We laughed together and started walking to the library.
After a few minutes of walking, we made it to the library. Oliver walked up to the door and opened it. "Ladies first," he laughed. I giggled and walked into the library, Oliver following close behind. When I looked up from the floor, what I saw basically made my jaw drop. "Welcome to Heaven," he told me, motioning towards the books. The amount of books in the library was greather than I had ever seen. "So many books..." I mumbled, staring at the books. "You should read The Fault in Our Stars," he told me, looking at my hair. "Okay, I'll check it out sometime," I replied, twirling my hair. When I looked up at him, I saw that he was staring at me. I blushed and looked at the floor.
It was official. Those next four years were going to be amazing. Absolutely amazing, because I think I had just found my soul-mate.
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