New high school, new load of stress. You've been moved around the country all the time since you were a kid because of your parent's work, and this time you landed at Harvington High School. Things aren't very pretty around here, with obnoxious boys, judgemental girls, and insufferable teachers. You gave up on making friends a long time ago because you found out that people won't stay close if you don't see them every day.

You rushed up and down the halls, climbing the stairs and trying to look down at the map of your school while trying to not bump into people at the same time. This school was HUGE, and there are always people in the hallway, whether it is class time or not. You squeezed past a group of students staying by the lockers and fell face-flat on the floor because a jerk in the group decided to trip you.

As you embarrassingly scrambled to pick up your books, a girl came and helped you too. You checked to see who she was from the corner of your eyes, and you were surprised to be helped by none other than the best theater kid in the school herself. Layla Minerva could ace any role she wanted, and her grades were just as good as her singing. The way her brown hair moved when she lifted up her head to look at you got you helpless; her stormy blue eyes were beautiful. Your pulse couldn't help but race at how adorably the freckles were scattered around on Layla’s face.

“Uhh, you dropped these?”

She broke your admiration as she handed you your books. God, her voice is what's really getting to you. That soft and gentle voice that could be fit to sing millions of songs. You just met her, and you're already falling head over heels for her.