I didn't know waiting for the bus could be this infuriating, I woke up early today because I couldn't sleep last night, I ended up re-reading a book that I've already read, my mind was whirling for some unknown reason and I found it difficult to find sleep so here I am, Impatiently waiting for that bus that just won't get here on time.

As I'm looking to my left anxiously, a black BMW stops right in front of me, I turn to look at the driver.

Nick.

Sweet baby Jesus.

I roll my eyes at him, looking back in the direction where the bus is supposed to come from.

"Good morning, neighbor." I hear him greet with confidence.

I don't answer him, I hope he drives away soon enough, though I know he's probably going to say something about last night.

"So why are you just standing here instead of going to school?" He asks like he's so clueless, I mean he sounds clueless, I bet he is clueless.

I ignore him, It's like kids who have cars have no idea how the rest of the students get to school, there's a reason why I don't drive myself to school but that's a story for another day.

"I saw you fucking stalking me from your window last night." he chuckles lightly, I immediately snap my head to glare at him.

I knew he was gonna bring it up sooner than later.

"I wasn't stalking you." I defend myself, shaking my head in the process.

"So that gets you talking?" He asks in dramatic disbelief.

"Please go away, you're making me uncomfortable." I say to him honestly.

He stays quiet for a second, just staring at me blankly.

"Wow, you are an awfully honest person, but seriously, why are you standing here?" He asks yet again.

God, what is it going to take for this douchebag to finally leave me alone?

"Waiting for the bus, now go away." I shoo him.

He doesn't drive off.

"Well come on in, I'll just give you a ride then." he suggests, gesturing for me to go in his car.

I laugh at his silly way of joking around but he doesn't laugh with me, he's just looking at me like he's waiting for me to let him in on the joke.

"Oh you're serious?" I stop laughing.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" he asks in a duh tone.

Because you're a weirdo who I barely know.

"No thanks, I'm good with taking the bus." I look back at the road.

He doesn't drive off.

"What's your name again?" He asks curiously.

Is he serious? I'm pretty sure my Mom introduced us just last night, how chicken like can his brain be?

"Go away, douchebag." I grit my teeth.

"It's just a name for fuck's sake." he rolls his blue eyes at me.

I spot the yellow bus coming. Finally.

Crap, no one can see me talking to him or else they're gonna be talking about me and him in the same sentence, that sounds really bad in my head.

"Shoo! go away, the bus is coming." I feel like my insides are jumping up and down with anxiety.

"Not until you tell me your name." he sounds determined.

Dang it, the nerve of this guy.

"It's Allison okay, It's Allison now go away and leave me alone." I blurt out, hoping that he drives off this time around.

"Allison." He whispers more to himself, smirking at me. I shoot him a murderous look. He finally starts his car and drives off, I let out a breath of relief.

The ride to school seems short because my mind keeps on replaying the event that just happened to me. I plug in my airpods and try to concentrate on the meaningful lyrics which helps me forget.

When I get to school, I head straight to my locker.

"Found you." I hear Amanda's voice squeak behind me, I shut my eyes closed as I lean my forehead against the metal locker.

Why did I tell her to come find me in the first place?

"Just so you know, I'm not taking no for an answer, you are telling me what you're supposed to tell me." she knows me too well.

I turn around with a smile on my face.

"Good morning to you too, Amanda." I say sarcastically.

"Drop the bullshit and just tell me what you found out about my new wet dream." she rubs her hands together in anticipation. She looks super excited about this.

Makes me sick to my stomach.

Let's get it over with.

"Well, he is my new neighbor and my Mom invited him and his family over for dinner at our house, I ratted him out to his Mom for making out with Sofia then he went to my room and creeped me out and afterwards, I saw him smoking in his backyard and then he caught me watching him, also he offered me a ride to school this morning and I declined it." I explain the whole story to her.

Still can't believe she has a crush on that douchebag, I mean he's good looking, I'll give him that but it's pretty obvious that he's the type of guy that will hit and run.

Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open in a very she's shocked way.

"Bitch, tell me you're fucking with me right now." she holds both my shoulders and shakes my body.

I don't get why this is such a big deal to her.

"Amanda, I don't like it when you call me that and no, I'm not kidding." I say in a lazy tone, I find this conversation very boring so I start walking to class. Amanda walks with me even though her class is in the opposite direction.

"Hey, loves." says Carl, coming from nowhere and resting his arms around mine and Amanda's shoulder.

"Go away, Satan." I slap his arm away.

"Bitch." he mutters under his breath.

"I honestly don't know why you guys don't get along, you are both smart so you might as well start dating and have genius babies in the future." says Amanda, looking back and forth between Carl and myself.

I'd rather eat chilly raw than marry or date this Carl.

But Amanda is kinda right, Carl and I are both smart and we actually have a bunch of stuff in common, if anything, I should be best friends with him and not Amanda.

I was gonna respond to her comment but then the bell rang. Saved by the bell.

"See you later?" She asks, pointing at me.

"Sure." I nod yes and she runs off the other way.

But Carl the motal enemy is still walking beside me.

"Can I help you, Carl?" I ask, putting emphasis on his name.

"It's not like I'm trying to ask you out, smarty-pants, we have history together." he points out.

Oh, so all of the sudden he wants to walk with me to class? And we have so many classes together, it burns my soul.

"Is it that difficult to walk by yourself?" I ask, my tone full of sarcasm.

"Amanda was right, Allison, why do we hate each other?" He says in a low tone but I heard him, I stop in my tracks to look at him.

I never thought he would ever ask that question with so much curiosity.

"Because you're rich and bratty." I say what I think about him.

"My Dad is rich and I stopped being... bratty." he scratches the back of his head with a smile on his stupid face.

He has never smiled at me like this, what is happening?

"Why are you smiling?" I giggle.

"I'm not." he hides his smile with the palm of his hand.

His smile is only cute because of his dimples.

Oh God, what am I saying.

"Carl Smith is shy, who knew." I laugh.

"Shut up." he points at me warningly and I find myself laughing.

I think this is the nicest conversation that Carl and I have ever had.

He looks around the empty hallway and that's when it hits me.

"Holy-"

"Shit, we are late for class." Carl awkwardly holds my hand as we run to history class, why? I have no idea but I don't know how to retrieve my hand without making things awkward.

We stand in front of the door, expecting the other person to go in first. I stand still, there's no way that I'm going in first. Carl rolls his eyes at me and opens the door to the classroom still holding my hand in his, unlike English, the history class door is actually in front of the classroom.

Everyone's eyes are on us as we enter, I notice Nick sitting in the middle of the classroom, leaning back on his chair and chewing gum all so lazily. ah geez, he's in this class too? his eyes land on our entwined hands, I quickly retrieve my hand from Carl's hold.

Not because he looked at us but because I didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea.

"Mr Smith and Ms Parker, you're both late and I did not expect this kind of behavior from either one of you." Says Mr Miller, our history teacher.

"Our apologies Mr Miller, we were just having a little chat with the principal about this year's Mathlete competition." he lies with a lot of guts, I snap my head to look at him.

I know we might be in big trouble but c'mon man, lying is never the answer.

"Is that right, Ms Parker?" Mr Miller turns his attention to me.

Carl holds my hand again and grips it tighter, giving me a push to go ahead with the lie.

I can't lie, I mean I have to lie or else it's detention for me again but why does it have to be in front of all these people, why can't it just be-

"Allison, tell him." Carl whispers beside me. I glare at him.

"Yes." I utter, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes what?" Asks Mr Miller like he just knows that I'm freaking lying.

"Yes we.. were in the..uh principal's office." I stutter, he looks at both Carl and I suspiciously. Carl is smiling at him.

"Okay, take your seats." he instructs and every nerve in my body calms down and celebrates.

Maybe lying isn't that bad.

The only available seats are the ones at the back of the class, dang it I hate sitting at the back.

But Carl and I end up sitting there, at the back of the classroom.

"Not bad." Carl whispers to me as soon as we take our seats.

"I hate you." I mouth to him.

"And you still told lies for me." he sends me a wink, I roll my eyes at him.

Well he's not wrong, I did tell a lie but not for him just because of him.