Trusting You

~Chapter 2

"So, Have you seen the new kid?" Jas asks me as we walk to the hallway of our school. It's Monday morning and all I've heard anyone talk about is the stupid new kid, and it's pissing me off.

"No, and I honestly don't care if I do. Why should his arrival affect us?" I say.

Suddenly, Jas and I spot a crowd of people surrounding one of the lockers. Curious, we walk towards it and see the last person I wanted to meet. Erick.

"That's the guy I was telling you about." Naomi whispers from behind us.

I jump in surprise. "He's hot, isn't he?" She says, dreamily.

I shrug. To be honest, he isn't that hot. I mean sure, he does look good, but-

"OW!" I hiss.

Jas smirks. The idiot elbowed me in my ribs.

"What did you do that for?" I say angrily.

"You were drooling over him." Jas says.

"I was not!" I protest.

"He's so hot!! Do you think he'll date me?" Andrea says.

Tyler, overhears her and says, "Well, if he doesn't , I don't mind filling up for him."

She just groans as he winks at her.

I roll my eyes and look around. Everyone around us is drooling over him. Annoyed by the fuss people were making over him, I drag Jas and walk away from him and his stupid fan club.

The bell rings signaling the start of our first class. School started a week ago after the blissful summer vacation. All our lockers and seats had been assigned to us. The seniors, that includes Jas and I, are allowed to use the parking lot.

As I take my books out of my bag and put them in my locker, I hear footsteps. I close my locker door and see Erick standing there.

"What do you want?" I snap.

He tuts. "Now, that's no way to treat the new kid, is it, babe?" He says. I notice he has a slight accent. Hm, it seems... hispanic? Either way, I couldn't care less.

I roll my eyes. "Don't ever call me that."

"Why not?" He says, as though trying to challenge me. Wrong move, buddy.

"Because I hate it. Call me that again and you'll be sorry." I say, smirking.

"What do you want, anyway? And where's your fan club?" I ask, changing the topic.

"I heard you're the  Captain of the Volleyball team." He says.

I arch one brow. "And?" I say.

"I'd like to join the team." He says.

I laugh. "Sorry, hon. Tryouts were a week ago. There's no room for you on the team." I say.

"Then let me play against your best player. Pick the better one of us, it'll obviously be me, but let's go through the formalities once." He says with a smirk. Clearly he thinks it's the best idea ever formed.

I scoff. "Let's see. See you in the volleyball court at Lunch. Although I'm not looking forward to it." I say as I spin on my heel and head for class. Not before I hear him say,

"Babe, we both know you're lying to yourself."

I just roll my eyes, thankful that I won't have to deal with him till Lunch. His ego is already so inflated, him being popular only inflates it even more.

I walk into class and find my seat. Without a second glance at the teacher, I sit down in the far corner of the class.

"Miss Lopez, Would you like to tell us why you're-"

The door swings open and interrupts Mr. Connor. Everyone's eyes are glued to the door. My eyes flicker to the door with a swift disinterest to see who it is. It's Erick. People are shifting in their seats trying to grab his attention. I scowl.

He scans all the faces of the room and stops when his green eyes reach me. He smirks and makes his way to my desk. I show him my middle finger. He just smirks and plops himself down on the seat beside me.

"Someone looks happy to see me." He says sarcastically.

"Get lost." I mutter and focus on my notebook in which I was doodling.

"Care to introduce yourself Mr. Diaz?" Mr. Connor says, indifferently.

"I'm good, Mr. Connor. The class already seems to know me." He says from his seat, as he shoots the teacher a wink.

Mr. Connor rolls his eyes and continues his lesson on World War 1.

The rest of the period drags on. All I can think of is the volleyball showdown that'll take place between my best male player, Josh and Erick. There is a very high chance that Erick is as good as he says he is. If he replaces Josh, he better not let our team down. Our school will be playing against West Brooke High in less than a month. Changing players may not be a good idea.

"The Allies fought against Germany in-" Mr. Connor doesn't even bother finishing his sentence as the bell rings.

We all exit class, not even bothering to wait for him to dismiss us.

I pull out my phone and text my team to wait in the volleyball court during lunch. Then, I walk past Erick and his big fat fan club and towards my locker.

Erick seems to love the attention. I shoot daggers at the back of his head. He turns his head around and notices, then smirks.

Not wanting another encounter with the moron, I take my book out of my locker and head to my next class. I slam my locker door shut, earning annoyed looks from Erick's fans. More specifically, the girls, I roll my eyes and walk away.

As I walk away, I hear Erick say, 

"Who is she?" 

A/N: Please vote if you like this chapter. What do you think of Erick? This book really needs a title.