There were so many things that happened on my birthday last year. I couldn’t for the life of me tell you what happened that was worse over everything else. I was turning fifteen and I’ve never had luck, so the beginning of my day started off as such.

My mom’s god awful singing woke me up, and it was to the tune of happy birthday. Mom made me a wonderful breakfast. It was buttermilk pancakes, with a side of strawberries and bananas. It was outstanding!

I thought my day was going smoothly, until I tried picking out an outfit. I was in my closet for 15 minutes trying to find anything, until I heard my alarm go off. The alarm told me that the bus was almost here, and I should be on my way to the bus stop, or I’ll be late. So I kept my pajamas on, and ran down the street to catch the bus. Lots of people wear sweats and a t-shirt to school, so I assumed I was in the clear.

Once I’d arrived at my bus stop, I saw everyone getting on the bus. I got on the bus right before it could shut the doors. Thank god because I can’t drive, and mom already left for work. Something worse has to happen before it gets better right? Wrong! It never got better from here.

I tripped walking up onto the curb of the school and all of my papers fell out of my bag. To make this situation even better; people watched instead of helping me, so it was just an awkward situation for everyone.

I didn’t think it could get more awkward until I saw a hand in my face. I honestly thought someone was about to slap me, until they started shaking their hand. I hand no clue what they wanted. A high five maybe? Since I didn’t do anything they reached for my hand, and helped me up. I was surprised to say the least. Then the moment came where I saw the face of my mysterious helpful hand. Ok that was a really bad joke, but anyway.

I was assisted by the most well known; pardon my French, asshole in the school. All so known as the school’s golden boy Miles. Yeah you heard me right. In this case asshole and golden are able to be put in the same sentence. Everyone finds him this dashing, kind, and sophisticated guy, when all I see is a bully. What I mean by bully is that he makes fun of me and teases me all the time. It gets kind of annoying. The thing is, he knows exactly how to get on my nerves. Each and every time! God if he wasn’t so beautiful, I’d punch him in his pretty little face.

“Hey, my eyes are up here darling.” I then looked up to his hazel eyes. That stupid smirk of his needed to be wiped off of his face before I smack it off. I was looking at the ground, so the fact that he wants me to look at him is just calling for trouble.

I picked up my belongings, and started walking as fast as I could, without running, towards the front entrance of the school building. No, this day wasn’t aloud to go smoothly for even an hour. Who would expect their own birthday to provide happy and fun filled times. Not me!

Miles was able to catch up to me. He got a hold of my wrist, and pulled me into to him. This man had the audacity to wrap his arm around my waist, pull me in closer than I was comfortable with, and look me dead in the eyes. It’s not like I could do anything! I was trapped in this boy’s arms, and I couldn’t look anywhere but in his eyes. They were drawing me in as if I was drowning in them. I thought he was going to let me go, but as if he had heard my thoughts, he didn’t let go. Instead he leaned down, and lightly brushed his lips up against my ear.

“Maybe if you watched where you were walking, you might have seen the curb,” he whispered as he walked away with a bigger smirk than before. Most likely because of how my checks went from a natural rose color, to a bright tomato red. I can never get over the way he makes me feel.