Everyone i've come across at school has been whispering about the new guy. They try to hide it, but all of them are so giddy about his looks that it's hard to not roll my eyes. Even my best friend Morgan has been telling me about him all week through text.

Morgan: His hair is so sexy, the black waves bounce with every step he takes.

Morgan: Oh!

Morgan: His eyes are like swimming in the ocean with the sun beating down heating everything up but not in a sweltering heat, but like a heat that curls your toes and makes you want to bask all day long.

I ignore her texts and shove my phone back into my jeans pocket, grabbing my sweater from the closet. I look in the mirror, pulling at the blond curly mess on top of my head, trying to get it tamed but failing miserably. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket a few more times, most likely Morgan texting me more about the new guy I haven't met yet and how "amazing" he is. He's only been here for a week and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, has their sights set on him. I swipe some mascara over my lashes and look in the mirror one last time to make sure that I look okay. I'm exhausted from staying up too late last night doing homework and responding to Morgan, even though it was all about "new guy".

I grab my bag and head down the stairs to the kitchen to grab some coffee before heading to school. My phone is trying to buzz out of my jeans, so I grab it and start reading more texts from Morgan.

Morgan: Oh my gosh! He's single!!! Can you even believe a hunk like him would be single? Everyone keeps talking about how amazing he is and how he's so oblivious to his looks. Can you even imagine...

I roll my eyes and shoot off a quick text telling her that I can't imagine it (even if I don't believe a word she's saying) and that I'll meet her by my locker. I hop into my Jeep and roll the windows down as soon as the car is on. My phone is still blowing up with messages from Morgan as I turn on drive mode and pull up Spotify. I put on my liked songs playlist and pull out of the driveway. This is going to be a long day.

When I make it to school, all eyes are darting around looking for the new guy. I head over to my locker and open it, starting to unload and store my books from my bag. "Hey Eve! Did you see the latest text I sent you? Turns out the new guy is from a different school and is going to finish out the year here. Isn't that amazing! We get some new eye candy!" Morgans bubbly outburst grates my ears as I take a sip of my coffee. I look deep into her chocolate eyes and try to figure out why she's so crazy about this guy. He's just a new student, not a god. Morgan continues to blab about how sexy she thinks he is while I just watch her trying to figure out if she's wearing her dress so low on purpose, trying to flaunt her curves. She even made sure to straighten her wavy auburn hair this morning and slather makeup on. What is with this girl?

Morgan pauses as if just looking at me for the first time. "Wait, did you not sleep well? You look like crap." Her eyes roam from my messy bun on top of my head all the way down to my converse then back up to my face again. "Seriously, you look like you've been hit by a truck."

"Oh gee, thanks Morgan." I roll my eyes at her. "I stayed up late to finish the science project last night and an english paper. I didn't go to bed until 3 this morning." I keep drinking my coffee, hoping it will wake me up more.

Morgan's eye widen as she's looking behind me. I start turning around as a voice says, "You know, I hear it's not a good thing to go to school with less than 5 hours of sleep." I look up into the most gorgeous eyes blue eyes i've ever seen. This must be the new guy. "Although, some studies say that all you need is 4 hours." He winks at me.

I'm SO not in the mood for this. "And who made you the expert?" I eye him carefully, waiting for a response. He just shrugs his shoulders and stands there, looking down at me. "What no comeback?" I see something flash in his eyes, but before I can figure out what it is, he has a blank look plastered on his face.

"I was just trying to be part of the conversation." He starts to walk away, Morgan oogling at him and almost drooling. "I'll see you in class, Eve." he throws over his shoulder.

"Oh. My. Gosh!!! Did that really just happen? He was talking to you! He hasn't talked with anyone yet and believe me, plenty of people have tried. He's ignored all of them until now." Morgans eyes are bright as she looks at me. The bell rings, signaling the 2 minute warning. "I'll text you." Morgan scurries towards her first class as I walk the other way to mine, hoping not to have to deal with anyone else.

I get to the class and find that the new guy is standing at the front, talking with Mr Reed in hushed whispers. I find my seat at the two person table that no one bothers to sit in. Everyone in class has their eyes glued to the new guy's face and are leaning forward in their seats. I roll my eyes, pulling out a notebook and pen as Mr Reed starts talking. "Good Morning, Everyone. We have a new student with us for the rest of the school year. Please welcome Darren to the class." Mr Reed looks towards Darren as everyone else is either batting their eyelashes or goofily smiling at Darren. "You can sit in the last open seat next to Eve." Mr Reed points at the seat next to me, as Darren saunters over with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hey, do you have any paper and a pen I could borrow? I haven't had time since the move to unpack anything from my last school." He smiles down at me, trying to charm me i'm sure. I slide a second pen and a piece of paper his way as he winks and thanks me before looking forward for today's lesson.

While Mr Reed is talking, I hear whispers all around me, from girls hating on me to the guys in class grumbling about how they've not heard Darren talk to any of them yet either. I catch a glimpse of Darren out of the corner of my eye and notice he's about a foot taller than I am, probably 6 feet tall and how his dress shirt clings to his arms. He must feel me looking at him because he turns and smiles at me, his eyes sparkling and a dimple showing on his face. "Like what you see?" he whispers to me. I roll my eyes and try to focus back on the history lesson from Mr Reed. Darren nudges me. "I'm sorry. Everyone has been gawking at me all week. You're the first person to actually treat me like i'm just another guy. It just also helps that one of the nicest people i've talked to is also one of the prettiest." My cheeks heat up as I try not to freeze my writing. Is he hitting on me?

The rest of class flies by with Darren still trying to start conversations and everyone around us angry that i'm the only one he's talked to this week. As the bell rings, I start to pack up and Darren puts a hand on my arm. "I know that what I said was forward, i'm sorry. I just..." he pauses, letting his hand slip from my arm and back down to the desk. I hear him take a deep breath as he continues. "You're one of the only people not staring at me constantly and whispering about how you want to jump me or be me." I look in his eyes and see a fire starting to form before he blinks and it's gone. "If you're up for it, i'd like to hang out with you. Could I maybe text you?" He looks at my phone on my desk and then back to me. I nod, mumbling that would be fine, then hand him my unlocked phone on a new contact page. He quickly enters in his information and then sends himself a text so that he has my number. "I'll see you around Eve." He stands up and starts to leave, only turning to say "Nice background by the way."

I feel my face go red as I watch Darren leave the classroom. I look down at the background on my phone which shows Morgan and I after sticking each other's nose in our ice creams and taking a selfie. I can feel butterflies in my stomach for some reason. What the heck is that all about. My phone buzzes as I look down and see Darren's name with a smirk emoji next to it.

Darren: Thanks for the phone number. I'll text you later on when we should hang out just you and me.

I find myself grinning at the phone in my hand before shaking my head and stuffing my phone into my pocket. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head out the door to my next class. What is going on with me?