Glancing down at my watch through the sleep in my eye, I noticed the time and flung myself from my sheets. Grabbing the first clothes I found at my feet, I rushed out the door.

By the time I got to school I was an hour late. I fell through the doors looking like a disco diva in my blinding blue shirt, and flared lemon pants with sequins running down the sides. I was on the floor with a near asthma attack when Vice principal Herman strutted up to me. My hand grabbed at my chest as it clenched even tighter and he glared down at me with condescension in his eyes. He groaned with exasperation while he waited for my breath to quieten so he could speak. “Get off the floor student, you know the drill.” With a tut and no offer of help, he disappeared down the hall and left me to my walk of shame.

With a nervous skip in my goody-two-shoes, I made my way towards one of my biggest fears. I kept my head pinned to the ground the whole way, until I met the disgusted glare Ronda the receptionist threw at every student she laid eyes on. Her judgment pierced into me, turning the butterflies infesting my stomach into a nest of hornets. As I began to approach the door to principal Molden's cramped waiting area, my stomach growled in protest and I slowed my steps, stopping inches from the handle. I took a deep breath and swung the door open with forced confidence. Which immediately drained as I made eye contact with an incredibly attractive guy , giving me a confused look. With my arm still out in front of me, I froze like an imbecile as he relaxed into his seat and crossed his arms with a cheeky smirk spread over his cheeks. "Did I startle you?" He remarked as amusement took over his face.

He was made up of a threefold perfection that took me a moment to absorb. His ruffled hair was a black darker than coal and his crystal eyes reflected the world around him. Along with his intoxicating smile that radiated a sense of enthralling tenderness, he was almost mesmerising enough to distract me. Almost.

"Oh, I uh...Didn't know anyone else was in here" I mumbled with a jaw frozen shut.

"Well" He chuckled, tousling his hair. "The shock must’ve set in by now. You gonna sit?"

I shuffled towards the chair next to him. "I haven't seen you around before." I said in an attempt to break the tension.

Leant back in his chair, his head turned to face me and my shoulders squirmed at the little distance between us. "I've only been going here an hour."

I shrugged awkwardly and glared at the wall opposite with an intense concentration. I could feel his eyes travel over me, studying with curiosity, while I regret not taking a minute to pick a less disastrous outfit. With my fingers and toes tapping away, the tension became too much to handle. "So... Necrophilia, pretty weird stuff huh?" I blurted out in panic. My enthusiasm left the second the words left my lips and my head fell straight into my hands.

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Next time, just learn to live with a little tension.

And you seriously need to stop it with those weird documentaries!

A cool grip gently wrapped around my wrist and began to pry my hand from my face. "Necrophilia isn't such a dull topic, ya know" He shot me a sympathetic look and added a boyish smirk that injected me with euphoria. The corner of my mouth lifted into a half smile as I looked back at him, chewing on my lower lip.

Murdering the moment in cold blood, the principal strode out from his office and spat out my name impatiently. But instead of putting my tail between my legs and cowering into his office, I gave Mr Perfect a beaming grin and swiftly strolled in with my head held high. Without any eye contact, I glided past principal Malden and perched on the edge of the chair opposite his. His eyebrows raised and hands clasped together on the desk as he glared at me with entitled intimidation in his eyes. But after examining my face, he could see I was different that day. There was something in me that you usually couldn't detect with a microscope. There was confidence.

I managed to stroll out with a warning. I started making my way down the hall with a mini victory hop, when Mr Perfect caught up to me. "Hey, I didn't catch your name."

"Lila" I chirped, spinning around to face him. My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at him. "Do I get yours, or do I just have to keep calling you Mr Perfect in my head?" I queried sarcastically with instant regret.

Please have hearing aids that happened to randomly malfunction.

"Mr perfect, huh? It's catchy. I think I'll just stick with that." He said, throwing me a playful wink along with his signature smirk.

“No hearing aids then?” I questioned in an awkward high pitched tone as he began to walk away. He paused and turned halfway around to look back at me. "Lila suits you. Beautiful name for a quirky girl." He added with a raised eyebrow, before turning to walk away again.

Once his back was facing me, my smile widened across my cheeks and a giddy chuckle carried me to my lesson. The excitement slowly fizzled into a warm buzz that stayed with me throughout the day. I was even smiling during gym, which was so out of character it got me a trip to the nurse’s office.

Preoccupied in my state of mind, I pranced over to my locker to grab my Biology textbook and carelessly threw it under my arm. For a moment I was clueless to the fact that it had made its own way into my grasp. I swung my hand at my locker to shut it and my face dropped as the last few seconds replayed in my head. Looking down at the book, I abruptly dropped it to the floor with shock. I swivelled around and began to speed in the opposite direction with my soul focus on forward. That was until I spotted Mr Perfect in my periphery. Casually leaning against the lockers, his eyes bore into me with an inquisitive stare. I came to a gradual halt and snapped my head towards him with a shared curiosity. Our eyes locked for an extended moment before I jilted my head forward and continued my swift walk to nowhere.