Ok this is my first story!

Something Tells Me
By Wallowwallow

CHAPTER ONE
Shirley's POV (point of view)
It was a should be typical day at school. Our social studies teacher droned on about some war. I was tapping my pencil on my desk lightly in a subconcious hope that it would somehow open a portal and suck me in. Suddenly there was a strong sent wafting from the door of Abercrombie cologne. Kevin.
"Kevin, late again, are we?" Our teacher smirked.
Kevin just smirked to himself and nodded.
"One more late and it's detention!" The teacher warned.
"Yeah, yeah," Kevin smiled an easy smile and walked to his assigned seat right behind me.
In my head I thought of a thousand witty remarks I could make, but they never left my head. People didn't just talk to Kevin, Kevin talked to people. He chose who was able to say things like 'way to go, Kev. Late again?'. Unfortunately I was not one of those people. I probably wasn't even close. Snickering could be heard behind me from Kevin and his friends. Heaven knows what they found so funny and part of my brain was afraid it was about me but then I realized I wasn't even that good enough.
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Kevin's POV
I was late again. Figures. It's not like the Korean war was that important. I already knew everything about it, why do you think I was getting As? Mr. Kar glared at me and my buds for talking and I instantly shut up. There was no need to make him even more mad.... today. I turned my head to the front of the room. Shirley smelled like strawberrys... like usual. Wonder why she never talks to me. It's not like I do anything to make her not talk to me. I mean, we sit next to eachother in almost every class; you would think she would take the time to at least say hi.Whatever.
The bell wrang and we were out of class and of to lunch. Lucky for me I wasn't paying attention and forgot the homework assignment... again. I scanned the halls for one of my friends but the only one still remaining to leave for the buses was Shirley. I strolled up to her and tapped her on her bony shoulder.
She spun around and looked shocked.
"Hey. I missed the homework, what was it?' I asked innocently.
"Uh, reading page 455," She stammered.
"Thanks," I smiled and walked away.

ok so it's not that exciting... YET just wait.