Just A Girl

♡2♡My♡Heart's♡Not♡Made♡For♡Someone♡Else♡

♡2♡ My♡ Heart's♡ Not♡ Made♡ For♡ Someone♡ Else♡

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"Damien!" Someone hollered.

"Yo, Damien!" Another one called.

"Sup dude!" A random guy said. I walked through the halls of my new school and greeted my best friend.

"I hate being the new student," I sighed as I leaned against my locker.

"Dude, you love the attention, don't know why you're complaining," Joseph laughed. He was right - I loved attention and being at the centre of the spotlight, but not today. Today, I was nervous, with stomach in my butterflies. See, I can't even think straight! All because of that one girl I met five years ago. I didn't even catch her name.

My palms were sweaty as I headed for my first class. Would she be in it? Would she still look the same as she did all those years ago? Would she remember me? My questions were answered as she walked through the doors of the classroom and took a seat next to my friend Cara. She was dressed in a tight t-shirt which showed off her curves and a pair of denim jeans. How a girl could make something so simple look so flawless was beyond me.

"Sup Damien," Scott said, giving me a fist pump. He was a friend of mine and was also a member of our group. He had brown hair and had camo green eyes. How he got them, I had no idea.

"Sup dude." I returned the fist bump.

"Why'd you transfer school's? You do realize this is the worst school in the country, right?" Scott laughed. "Full of rebels. Half the class is probably ditching."

"My mum wanted me to spend my last year here because our family has all graduated from here. It sucks, dude." I sighed. I didn't blame my mum though. All her decisions were the best for me and my best friend Joseph was here so it didn't matter.

"Good morning class, I am your history teacher Mr. Bidoof. No, I am not named after a Pokèmon and if you dare make fun of my name, I will give you a detention. Alright, I'm certain none of you bought your books in today so you are going to be given an hour to meet new people...." and I zoned out. Why do teachers speak in such mono? It was boring and could make us fall asleep.

"Hey, I'm Cara," Cara said to my crush.

"Dude, let's just chill. You don't need to meet new people. People need to meet you," Scott leaned back on his chair and pulled out his phone. I pulled out my phone too, and pretended to text a friend but I was secretly eavesdropping Cara's conversation.

"I'm Hayley but people call me Hay. As in horses eat hay. But they don't eat me, of course. They eat that yellow dry grass looking thing. I don't know how they like it though, I wouldn't like eating grass. Would you?" Hayley blabbed.

"Right..." Cara said, looking a bit creeped out.

"So you eat hay?" She said. I snickered.

"Ew, no? What a weirdo." Cara walked away, to greet new people. I guess it was time to make my move.

"Be back," I told Scott. My legs easily made their way over to Hayley.

Smile. Check.

Lean against a wall. Check. I was ready.

"Hey." I smiled at her. She looked at me.

"Hey." She said. "Horses eat hay. Do I look like a horse to you?" That caught me off guard. Rule number 1 of getting a girl to fall for you: don't get on their bad side.

"No, I was just saying hello. I'm Damien."

"Hayley." She replied. When she was not blabbling, her voice sounded like liquid gold. And to be honest, I craved more of it. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before." You know when you've known someone for so long and you know that they have a different voice when they meet new people? That's what happened here. Her voice went from normal to sweet and bubbly. For some reason, that turned me on.