Chapter 1: Head in Locker, Back to Floor

The end of the school day came, and Mya found herself walking, alone, down the crowded hallway on her way to her car. As she walked she pulled on her surprisingly light backpack. She weaved through peppy freshman girls, obnoxious jocks, and creepy outsiders. Still weaving through the crowded halls she came to a stop, letting the peppy girls go by. On one side of her was a wall of students and on the other side was a row lockers. And in front of her were two senior boys. One with his head stuck in his locker and the other behind him staring into space. Finding her opportunity to escape the claustrophobic situation she walked up to the boys. Nodding at the senior who was spacing out she was halfway between the boys.

"Excu-" She was cut off.

When suddenly the boy from the locker turned around, scaring her and knocking her down, she screamed loudly. Now on the ground she looked up to see the tall boy bending down next to her, his shaggy dark brown hair falling into his eyes.

"Wow, you're loud." The boy said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm a screamer." The girl said huskily.

"Screamer, eh? Whatever fits your fancy." The boy asked quirking an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

Mya's face turning a lovely shade of red and replied, "I didn't mean it like that, you perv!"

The boy stuck his hand out for the girl to take and she did hesitantly.

"I meant it as know, I scream when I get scared. Or when freakishly tall seniors practically run me over!" The girl stomped her foot in annoyance, setting her hands on her hips. The boy just stood there with a wide grin on his face, staring at the red faced girl in front of him. Mya was put off by the boy's grin. Why does he keep staring?

"What are you staring at?!" The girl nearly yelled in frustration.

"Nothin', Screamer." The boy chuckled.

The girl crossed her arms across her chest, "What did you call me?" She asked in a low dangerous tone as she glared at him.

He leaned down and forward until he was eye level with her.

"I called you Screamer." He grinned lifting an eyebrow.

Mya leaned in closer. "Don't call me that!" The girl huffed and brushed past the boy and his friend on her way out of the building. The boy turned to watch the girl leave.

"You know, Austin, that isn't best way to get a girl you like, to like you back." The boy's friend informed him with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you're probably right, Danny. But I think it's gonna be different with this girl." Austin laughed, shaking his head.