High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...

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2. Chapter One, Part One.

I woke up to hear my ringtone of One Direction's 'Save You Tonight' and looked at my phone buzzing on my night stand. I sat up and stretched, glancing at my white wall clock, it read 5:29. I sighed, I was awake now and I wouldn't be able to sleep if I wanted to.

I got out of bed and turned my phone's alarm off. I played One Direction's 'Best Song Ever'. I looked at myself in my full length mirror that hung off of my wall, I looked like a total mess. My hair was in a total afro, and my pj's were wrinkled. Waking up, to me this was the total norm.

I grabbed the outfit I had layed out last night and went into my bathroom, I put my clothes on the counter top and took a shower, whatever sleep was left on me was wrinsed off and I was now fully awake.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and changed into my clothes. I walked back into my room and dried off my hair with a neon blue towl and turned on my Dell computer. I checked the weather, sunny, high seventy-five. I smiled and then went back into my bathroom to blowdry my hair and do additional things; brush teeth, wash face, put on make up.

All in all, I looked back to my reflection smiling. You put yourself together nicely, I thought to myself. I smiled, I usually wasn't this excited about first days, but I felt like something good was coming my way. I didn't know what, but I just felt it.

I grabbed my back pack and went downstairs to see my older brother (who resembled something like the actor of Percy Jackson) eating a bowl of cereal and watching the baseball game on the small TV my mom put in the kitchen, she loved to watch cooking shows and experiment with new recipies every now and then.

"Moooorrrnnniiinnnggg!" I sang. I jumped off the second to last stair and landed on the hardwood flooring with a thud.

"Ariel, what time did you get up?" My mother asked me. She was at the stove making one of my favorites, Parmesian and Ham Omlettes. The smell wafted to me and I realized how hungry I was.

"Um, five? Five thirty?" I said. My mom was worried about how much sleep I got, she was afraid I was going to have a growth problem or something.

Tecnically, I did. I was a freaking giant. I stood at five foot six and a half. Most girls stood at four foot nine at the most. It made me feel out of place, just another thing to add to my insicureities.

"You need sleep," she scolded me as she gave me a plate and fork, "you won't grow."

"But I am growing. That's the problem." I said between bites.

She looked at me sternly, then went to making pancakes for her and my father. I smiled, knowing she wouldn't be able to say anything to contradict me becuase it was true.

"Are you ready to be a fresshie?" My brother asked.

I groaned. "Don't remind me."

He laughed. For the past few weeks, he'd been calling me 'fresshie' as a freshman- high school kind of joke. He smiled and said,

"Alright... fresshie."

I glared at him, he smiled and chuckled to himself.

Grrr.

[ fiften minuets later ]

I rocked on my heels back and forth, waiting for my bus. My older brother (did I ever mention his name was Jackson?) could drive (being at the age of sixteen), and had left before I was ready. He had already made friends on his baseball team and they asked him to pick them up.

And he left me.

I huffed to myself as my playlist shuffled song after song. I sang David Mead's 'Nashville' and looked left and right for the bright neon yellow bus to pick me up.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture my school, it probably wasn't anything like my old school, which I absolutley loved, and it would probably be swamped with people.

Great.

I opened my eyes again and saw my bus coming, along the side was the school's name written in big, bold black letters: MANHATTAN NEW DIRECTIONS HIGH.

I smiled and waited, it stopped and the doors opened, hitting me with a gust of cold air. I wrapped my arms around myself and cursed silently for forgetting a jacket.

The bus driver was a middle aged woman with a bright smile. I thanked her and looked into the mass of people chatting.

You should have made the effort to make friends before school started, I thought to myself, then you'd have some one to sit next to.

I found an open seat, no one else was there, on aisle thirteen. My lucky number. I smiled and sat down, Taylor Swift's 'Back To December' played on my phone and flodded my mind.

I closed my eyes as the bus started moving, my head rested against the cool window pane and  I softly sang the lyrics to myself.

The bus stopped and I opened my eyes again, the doors were open, but I couldn't see the person getting on. I sat up and leaned forward, gently placing my hand on the seat infront of me, nothing still.

I huffed and relaxed. A randon song came on, I looked down at my phone and started to play with it looking for a good song.

"Mind if I sit here?"

I looked up and my jaw dropped, a guy stood smiling at me. He had dark black hair and almond brown eyes. He smiled reveling a set of straight white teeth.

I regained myself. "Sure."

He nodded and sat down next to me. He saw my phone displaying my music collection and asked,

"Whatcha listenin' to?"

"Oh, um, a band one of my friends showed me." I said. Total shocker to me, I was calm. And this guy was cute, and talking to me.

"What band?" He asked.

"Imagine Dragons."

"Oh, I've heard of them."

I smiled. "Would you like to listen?"

"Sure."

I gave him one of my ear buds and played my favorite, 'It's Time'. He nodded his head to the rythm and mouthed the words. I looked out the window again, a million apartments passed us in a second. I started to sing, absetmindedly and in my own little world.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

I looked back at him with my eyebrows a little raised. Like a, what-did-you-say? expression.

"Your name." He repeated smiling.

"Oh, Ariel," I said smiling, "and you...?"

He smirked. "Call me Ryan."

"Kk." I said in a sing-song tone.

He smiled, and everything inside of me went whack. My right hand started shaking, I curled into a fist and then looked back out the window.

[ ten minuets later ]

The bus stopped and we got out. Ryan and I had conversed a little bit more on the way over, I found out he had lived in New York for the past three months, the begining of summer.

I stepped off the bus and looked around. New faces I didn't recognise. Perfect. I sighed and pulled my class list out of my binder and then hunted down my frist class: English, room 18.

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