New class, same school. Well, atleast it’s the last one. Your senior year started a day ago, and as always, there’s quite a few new students. They won’t last long. You know because you’ve been there. Labelled as the ‘trendsetter’ of the school, you did know a lot about almost everyone. Your huge group of friends gave way to it.

Walking in the hallway, holding your books, uou bumped into someone. You were ready to lash out, when she just.. walked away. “Excuse you!” was the only thing that came out her pretty mouth and she didn’t even look back, her low rise jeans almost giving you a heart attack.

And surely, your friends noticed. She was exactly your type. Tall, gorgeous, and most importantly, bold.

It didn’t take you long to know her name., or her class, or her relationship status. Her name was Megan. Megan Skiendiel. A transfer student from Hawaii, she had come to LA as a trainee for a pop group, Yet, she wasn’t popular in school like you’d expect her to be.

She was quiet, her earphones always stuck with her, and you’d see her in tight clothes just once a week, maybe twice if you’re lucky. All in all, she was perfect. Exactly your type, just as your friends described her. You had to get to know her more. So, you made a move in English class and sat right behind her.

“Do you have a pencil?” she asked, her hair falling perfectly over her face as she turned around to ask you.