"Hello, Ms. Paisleigh. I'm glad you've finally decided to join us," my geometry teacher announced smartly, as I tried to sneak into the classroom.
"I'm sorry... I woke up late-- again," my daily excuse.
"Mhm," she hummed, "Take a seat."
I sat down at the only empty desk I saw, beside the most beautiful boy I've even laid eyes on. Which was always hard for me to say.
He glanced up at me, flashing a quick smirk. He raised the upper left corner of his lips, barely showing teeth, grinning ever-so-slightly.
I tried to do the same, but ended up ferociously mugging him instead.
He shot me a confused look, then raised his hands up as to say, 'Alright, then I won't bother you.'
I gave him a pleading look, which I think came out more as me making a depressed puppy look.
He gave me a weird glance, shook his head slightly, his jet black locks bouncing, and turned back to the teacher.
'Great,' I thought, 'Now he probably thinks I'm a nutcase.'
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The New Guy #AJC
ChickLit16 year old Paisleigh Lively is a tomboy. She prefers tennis shoes over sandals, pants over skirts, pizza over Chipotle, and root beer over Starbucks. Her sister and mom constantly try to change her, but she's not having it. She believes it's okay t...
