Abbi:
Luke walked in the building a minute later, an easy grin on his face. I smiled back at him and followed him down the hall he gestured too.
"Soooo...." I said, diffusing the silence.
"Sooooo...?" He said, mocking me, in a nice way. I lightly shoved him, an his tall frame almost ran into some itty girls that would be the equivalent of freshman in America.
Gosh I missed it.
Luke mumbled an apology to the girls before glaring at me, and I laughed. I felt like I was already good friends with this guy. He was nice, funny, and not to mention.. Good looking.
"Sooo, why did you need to talk privately with you're buddies?" I asked with a grin, and he immediately fumbled.
"It wasn't- it's not- why would-" he was stuttering, obviously looking for an explanation. So I was right, his laid-back demeanor was an act. I pride myself on being able to read people pretty well. I laughed and held up a hand to silence him.
"It's alright, I don't really need an explanation." He blushed and ducked his head, obviously embarrassed. Thankfully we arrived at the door to the classroom though.
"I'm warning you, Mrs. Hewn is like the devil teacher." He says apprehensively before opening the door for me, I smiled at him.
"I'm sure I can handle it." I assured him and walked through, straight into the lion's den.
...
Boy was I wrong.
This lady pushed every single button I had. She dressed like she was trying to be 16 instead of 42, by wearing a crop top with a tank underneath, along with skinny jeans and.. Converse heels? I swear the ensemble made me want to puke.
But I'm fairly certain the hate was mutual. My band t-shirt made her quick judge. Joke's on her though, cause I write a freaking awesome haiku.
The time dragged on, and finally after what felt like forever of her glaring daggers at me, the bell rang. I hurriedly put my stuff away and jumped up, surprised to find Luke already standing at my desk. He smiled at my wide eyes and gestured to the door.
"Coming?" He asked nonchalantly and I reluctantly nodded.
I had 5 more classes to go.
This was hell.
...
Finally after class had ended, and I had all four of the guys numbers, I was able to trudge out of the dungeon they call a school and plop on the steps to wait for my mom. Apparently you have to pass a whole different drivers test in Australia.
A certain blue haired guy sat next to me. "Hey Abs." He said perkily and I laughed.
"Hello Michael." I said and smiled at him, he was like an adorable, sex craving little kitten.
"I came to extend an invitation to you." He said and grinned. I looked at him suspiciously.
"What invitation?" This is how new girls got their life ruined in the movies. A cute boy waltzed in, invited her somewhere, and made a fool out of her.
"Well, you look like you need a ride, and it just so happens that I have a car!" He was laughing, and I knew I'd have to say yes. My mom probably forgot me anyways.
"Fine." I say and laugh as well. "Lead the way."
...
Michael
This new girl was a nice piece of-
Nope. Bad Michael. Girls are not sex objects.
Or at least that's what Ashton said.
After we had all called dibs on her, (classy, I know) we decided it would be a ''may the best one win" contest. So naturally, the best way to do that was to have her with all of us at once.
Nothing could go wrong.
I grinned at her as she agreed and stood up, offering my hand. She took it and I helped pull her up. "Damn, you're like not even 80 pounds."
She laughed, and I swear it was cutest thing I'd ever heard. "105 to be exact." She said and let go of my hand to brush off her jeans that were tight and ripped showing bits of pale beautiful skin....
Bad Michael.
...
Abbi:
I followed Michael to his car, shouldering my bag a little more. Two straps on were for losers.
I climbed in his passenger seat and got buckled, running a hand through my hair. He got in and turned on the radio, jamming out to some rock station. He started driving and I looked at him funny.
"Um.. Michael.. Don't you need to know my address?" I asked, vaguely confused.
He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not taking you home. I'm kidnapping you."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh please-"
"No really I am. I'm taking you to Mexico and raping you."
"Michael. Mexico is across the ocean."
"Oh. Right. Well I guess you foiled my evil plan then." He laughed and I did too. "I'm actually taking you too...." He trailed off, pausing for dramatic effect I suppose.
"The man-cave."
