"GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM RIGHT NOW!" That was the first thing I heard as I stepped into the classroom. I was so confused. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, so I just stood there with a confused look on my face. When the door shut behind me, everyone's attention turned to me and off of the teacher.
Some guy whistled at me and said "Hey gorgeous" I just looked at him with frowned eyebrows and turned my attention to the teacher. The guy had curly dark brown hair and he also had blue eyes. He was kinda cute but totally not my type. He is definitely a player
"Dylan, please don't talk to her and get out. NOW!" the teacher said to the boy that just called me gorgeous. Now I know that the teacher wasn't talking to me.
"Yeah yeah yeah old man, i hear ya.'' This so-called Dylan guy got up from his seat and walked towards the door where I was still standing. As he passed by me he looked me up and down and mouthed "call me" which made me physically cringe. it was so corny and cheesy. He had such an ego. Everyone saw how disgusted I looked and laughed. I giggled nervously and took a few more steps into the classroom and resituating my backpack on my shoulder.
"Come on in" The teacher said "Im Mr. Williams, you must be Tatum" He said walking towards me with a textbook. I take the textbook from his hands with a smile on my face.
"Yes sir I am. Sorry I'm late." i said
"Oh that's okay, you didn't miss much. Just Dylan being... well Dylan." he said with a slight eye roll
"Oh okay. He seems like... a hand full.'' I say looking back at the classroom door. The whole class laughed again and I also heard some "oh yeah'' and "all the time" from some people.
"Yep but class this is Tatum Collins. Why don't you introduce yourself a bit Tatum." he said to the class and then to me.
"Okay well i'm Tatum but yall can call me Tate, if you'd like. I moved here from Montana a week ago and it's just me, my mom and my dad. I'm 17 and a junior. So yeah... thats me." I say just standing in the front of the classroom while all eyes are on me. I saw that a few guys were looking a little too hard and some girls looked disgusted by me. I dont understand teenagers sometimes even though i am one, i still don't get it.
"Great, it's wonderful to have you here. There's an open seat in the back there." he pointed to the empty seat in the back of the classroom. As I was walking back there I noticed someone that made my heart skip a beat. He looked up at me and that's when I knew. It was him. The blue eyed, handsome looking guy that i bumped into a week ago on my way to get pizza. He smiled at me as I was taking my seat next to him. The teacher started talking about what they were learning before I walked in. I pulled a notebook and a pen out of my backpack.
"Hey, Tate, remember me." he said leaning towards me with his elbow on the desk and his chin resting on his fist.
"Ummmm, no, I can't say that I do. Sorry" i responded, thinking that i would play a little game just to be annoying.
"Seriously?! You dont remember?!" He said with a shocked expression on his face.
"Nope."i dramatically pop the p, trying to hold back my laugh
"Oh my gosh!! Skateboard, hit me, broken iPod, calling me a stalker, pizza... none of that rings a bell?" he asked
"Nope can't say that it does. Sorry." I say in response
"Oh." is all he said. He turned back towards the front of the classroom and sunk down into his chair. He had this really sad expression on his face that kind of made me feel bad.
"I'm just playing with you. Of course I remember you, it was only a week ago. I don't have that bad of a memory." When i said that, his head snapped up and he turned and faced me again, this time with a smile on his face.
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My Blue Eyed River
Fiksi RemajaI took a tiny step back but the grip didn't loosen. I decided to look up and meet the eyes of who those warm and comforting hands belonged to. I was met with the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. He was much taller than me and had the s...
