"Class, this is our new student August Chapman. August would you like to introduce yourself?" my homeroom teacher Ms. Elizabeth says, her voice welcoming me warmly. I nod and the teacher steps back, allowing me to step forward. I do, and eye the students in the class. Majority of the class is made up of boys and they eye me ungrily. I gulp. The last thing I want to be is the eye of a thousand player boys.
"Um, I'm August Chapman as y'all already know and I'm a tomboy to the max," I say. A boy raises his hand, his head held in one of his hands.
"Is there anything interesting about you?" he aks, bored. I ignore his question and answer with some sass, "That's all you need to know about me, and that's all I'm letting on. You can do your own research." I search for a seat and unfortunately, it's next to a devilishly handsome guy, his piercing blue eyes following me. I sigh as I plop into my chair, organizing my books and notebooks on my desk. Soon, the piercing sound of metal screeching across the white tile floor. I look up to see the guy scooting his desk closer to me, until it's up against mine. I give him a death glare when he says the most outraging thing to me.
"So sweetheart, wanna hang out at my place tonight? My folks are out of town." His voice is deep, and his eyebrows wiggle, anticipating an answer. I slap him hard, push his books on the floor and push his desk away from me.
"Hey!" He cries out like a baby. I raise my eyebrow.
"If I were you, I would take that as a no," I hiss, making sure the statement is dripping with hate. I toss my auburn, almost orange hair over my shoulder and try to keep up with the class. But you know, it's hard doing my work when a boy is stalking you.
"Mr. Troy Cancan, stop staring at August Chapman," Ms. Elizabeth yells, slapping a ruler against her desk about three thousand times. I hold my hands against my ears to make sure the sound doesn't impale my eardrums. Troy turns around, but from the side of my eye, I see a side smirk creeping up onto his face.
"You heard her Troy, stop staring at August Chapman," I smirk. Troy stiffens, and continues writing down notes, the smirk gone and vanished.
