A/N: Hey there! So here is another new story that i was inspired by at summer school :) so anyways, the title of the story is the band All Time Low's new single. And i suggest listening to it because, for one it's a great song, and two, it kind of goes along with the story, so enjoy!

Oh, it switches POV's every chapter.

Chapter One

I had a dream last night we, drove out to see Las Vegas, we lost ourselves in the bright lights, I wish you could have seen us, beggin’ for change to get home, or at least San Francisco, Let’s put a 10 on the high card, I spent a summer on the west coast

I woke up to Mayday Parade’s song Jamie All Over. I groaned and rolled over in my bed to press the stop on my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and yawned. The sun was shining in through my open window. It was six thirty in the morning. Stupid Summer school. I forced my self out of bed and drowsily made my way to my closet. I pulled out a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt that was a few sizes to big.

When I finished my morning routine of face washing and teeth brushing and all that jazz, I went into my little sister Candence’s room and kissed her on the forehead. She was home with my mom until I got home from school and then she was in my care, and right now, my care was better than my mothers. She was a wreck.

My dad was already at work and so I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went into the backyard to get my bike and start on the long journey ahead of me. It was a two mile ride from my house to the school and at the rate that I rode I wouldn’t be there for about an hour.

About ten minutes into the ride, my legs were burning. It was funny how I had always thought of biking as something easy. Kind of like walking, but easier. Boy was I wrong. But I liked riding in the morning that meant that all the young people who drove weren’t up yet, so that meant no honks. Those were really annoying.

I got to school quicker than I thought I would have, so I locked my bike up and walked onto campus and sat on a outside in the quad.

I was getting bored, having sat on the table for five minutes with no one showing up, but that’s when I saw the old beat up Volvo pull up. And then the short, and lovely, Maria stepped out from the car, and adjusted her ponytail. She waved bye to the driver and hurried over to me.

“Hey Miss Gwen.” She greeted me.

“Hey chick.”

“Why are you so early?”

“I rode my bike.”

“Ah, I see.”

She sat down next to me and groaned. “It is so freaking early.”

“Tell me about it, I’m the one who had to bike ride here.”

“Well, that sucks for you.” A new voice said. We turned around to see Diego. He looked tired and irritated.

“Don’t be a jerk so early in the morning, I don’t know if I can handle it.” I told him with my eyes closed.

“Does Brian have summer school?” Maria asked me.

I shook my head, “Lucky boy barely passed Algebra two.”

“I knew I should have cheated off your boyfriends final.” Diego said and sighed.

“Too bad you didn’t.”

“Shut up.”

“Damn.” Maria said, I opened my eyes. “What?”

“That boy is so hot.”

I looked in the direction she was, and I saw him. I couldn’t see his face because he was too far away, but from here I could see that he was tall, and slender, he was wearing a v-neck, sagged skinny jeans and a studded belt. Maria was right. That boy was hot.

I let out an ‘Mmm’.

“Dude, weren’t we just talking about your boyfriend and your ‘Mmm’ ing at other boys?” Diego said and crossed his arms.

I shrugged, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“I hope he’s in our P.E. class.” Maria said. I silently agreed with her.

And then the bell rang, calling us off to our designated areas of torture. Maria and I headed to the back of the gym where Mr. Capresso our P.E. teacher was waiting for us. There were a lot more kids that I thought out here.

“There’s too many of you to give numbers and whatever, so just say here when I call out your name and then we’ll get started.”

“Maria Alvarado.”

“Here.” She said from beside me.

And he continued on until he got to me, “Gwendolyn Dawson.”

“It’s Gwen.” I called out to him. He looked at me and nodded and then he continued with a few names.

“Aaron Fisher.”

“Here.” A manly voice came from a few feet over, and there he was, the hot guy, but now he was wearing Basketball shorts and a wife beater. Holy crap, he had a nice body.

I looked down at Maria and she grinned up at me. I rolled my eyes.

Capresso finished with the names and then told us to sit on the steps. “I don’t have many rules, but the ones I do have, you follow, or you fail.” He paused, “Got it?”

The class nodded.

“Every morning, we will walk over to the canal across the street and run two and a half miles.” The class groaned.

“Then, we will come back here and depending on what sport we’re playing, we’ll either go into the gym or stay out here.”

Another groan.

“Then is break, and once that is over you go into the multipurpose room and sit at the tables, we’ll be taking notes we’ll do two chapters from the book a week.”

Groan.

“All I require is the vocab and one page of notes, and the chapter review.”

Groan.

“Then we go to the weight room and you can do a work out of your choice.”

No groan.

“Then you guys go home, or whatever, now my rules are that you don’t just sit around and do nothing, if I catch you doing that, I will dock points from your grade and you can’t fail any part of this class other wise you fail the whole thing.” He paused again, “Now, everyone to the canal.”

We all headed over to the gate and Capresso led us over to the canal.

It was a nasty green looking thing; the water did not look appealing. Even though it had to be about seventy degrees at eight in the morning. Joy.

Maria, Iris, Angelica, Rosa and I were walking; they were talking about something that I wasn’t really paying attention too.

And then I saw the hot guy. He was walking ahead of us, not by much, but just close enough that I could hear them talking, but I couldn’t really make out the words.

And then he walked right into someone, Arnold, he was a small kid, always had been.

“Move.” He said in a mean voice. Arnold did as he was told and backed out of his way.

“What a jerk!” Angelica said.

I shook my head, “I know.”

And in that moment, I decided I didn’t like that guy. And so I dubbed him the hot jerk man. It would just be jerk man, but there was no way you could leave out the hot with him.

He looked back at us, and directly at me, I froze. Had he heard us? Probably. Did I care? Not really. It was too early for me to be concerned what the hot jerk man thought of me.

A/N: Hope you liked it, review!