Young Writers Society

"Maya, hurry up and get your ass down here!" I could hear my sister Andrea screaming at me from the bottom of our winding staircase. 

"I'm coming!" I yelled back, turning back to face the mirror I had been using to apply my makeup. I was in no rush. I put my eyeliner pencil down, and looked back at my reflection in the oval shaped glass. 

"It'll have to do," I muttered to myself before turning to grab my favorite grey,denim textured jacket. I had only taken two steps out of my room before I heard more screaming.

"MAYA! If you're not down here in 10 seconds, I am leaving without you, and you will have to walk to school in the freaking rain!" I heard her stomp out of the house and slam the door. I sighed and made my way down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I looked out of the large window that stood right next to our front door. Andrea was sitting in our lame blue minivan, the music from her phone blaring through the weak speakers of the vehicle.

"I guess this means she gets aux rights," I thought to myself before shoving my feet into my beat up sneakers and walking out of the door. 

"Took you long enough. Now buckle up before I tie you in here myself," Andrea growled at me. She definitely wasn't a morning person. I took the mangled mess of headphones out of my pocket and sorted through them as quickly as I could. Despite our early morning grumbles, Andrea and I got along pretty well for the most part. We agreed on most things, but sadly, music was not one of those things. 

I looked over at Andrea, who was doing her best to keep up with the wise words of Tupac, and slid the small, sound-blocking saviors into my ears. Immediately my ears were filled with Twenty-one Pilots, and just like that, my morning had gotten a little better. The twenty minute journey that took us to school was always too short. As soon as we pulled into the large parking lot, I was overwhelmed with the people everywhere. 

Yeah, I was a Junior at Seacrest High, I should be used to this by now! But I wasn't. After my mother passed away last year, I had done my best to stay away from large crowds of people. I had managed to succeed in my endeavor for the most part, skipping school for the last fourth of my sophomore year, and staying away from places like the mall. I was planning on doing the same thing this year, but Andrea made me promise to do my best and just get through the year. So there I was, getting out of our minivan, and walking towards swarms of people, just because my she wanted me to. Damn, I was a good sister.

I looked around, searching for a familiar face, but gave up, hurrying away to my first class instead. I was almost to the door of AP Physics when someone bumped into me, knocking all of the books I had been holding, and myself, to the floor. 

"I'm so sorry!" A voice came from above me, but I didn't even look.

"It's fine. I got it," I said as I scrambled to get all of my books back into my arms. I was just about to stand up again, when I saw an arm sticking out, probably there to help me. 

"Oh, no thanks, I'm go-" My sentence trailed off as I looked up to see who it was who had accidentally knocked me over. He was absolutely stunning, like a boy out of a magazine. Or, at least I think so. I don't really read magazines.  He bent over a bit and grabbed my arm, carefully pulling me up towards him. 

"Uh, thanks. You really didn't have to do that," I said, looking at my shoes to avoid the awkward eye contact I knew would occur. 

Completely ignoring my words, the boy crouched down a little, trying to get a good look at me. 

"Are you okay?" he asked me, his hand still lingered on the sleeve of my jacket.

"Oh, god..." I groaned to myself as my hear exploded into little flutters. 

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine. Thanks..." I mumbled, trying to slowly take a few steps away.The first bell had rung, notifying students that we only had one minute to get to class. The boy didn't even seem to notice, though. He was still looking at me like I was a piece of glasswork that had just been dropped. 

"Alright, well at least let me walk you to class." He turned me around and started walking towards my class which, thank the heavens was only a few yards away. 

I was just about to walk into the already full classroom when I felt something hold me back. 

"Hey, wait!" The strange boy called in a hushed voice. I turned to look at him and melted, actually noticing his charm for the first time. His mouth was curved into a perfect half smile, shallow dimples embedded in both of his cheeks. 

"He has to be putting effort into this," I thought to myself, shifting my way onto one foot.

"I'm Trevor. I'll see you around?" he asked, his honey brown eyes melting me with every word. I nodded and watched him walk away. When I turned to go into class, I noticed that the whole room was staring at me, some even laughing. My face turned a violent shade of red, and the warm, girly feeling that had been building in my chest had immediately vanished. Now I was pissed. I stomped over to the only chair left, and shielded my face the best I could with my jacket. 

"I hope I never see that stupid Trevor kid again." I thought to myself as my first lecture begun.