Her Match (re-writing)

Chapter 2

~~~Jake Smith~~

Me and my friend, Brad Sheerwood, was talking on our way to our lookers. Suddenly he asks me something.

"Hey, have you heard about that new chick who is starting here. They say she is hot. Too bad for you who are already occupied, and even worse, with that bitch Stacy".

Brad doesn't like Stacy, my girlfriend. She is the head leader of the cheerleading team and is practically worshiped by all the other girls in school.

"What is the big deal with her? I mean wherever I go, I hear talkin' about the new family who has moved here?"

"She is hot", is the only thing that Brad says. I roll my eyes at his stubbonness, I mean come on he hasn't even seen the girl yet. Then I hear a group of girls giggle and turn in their direction and smile polite at them. That seems to cause them to become completely by themselves, they begin to toss their hair and flutter with their false eyelashes. I roll my eyes (again). I seem do that a lot nowadays.

When we arrive to our lookers I put in the secret number and take out my math books and begin to walk with Brad to the classroom. The bell rings just when we walk in to the classroom. I go and sit in my usual spot at the back of the classroom. The lesson has just gotten started and I am already bored at what the teacher has to say. Suddenly the door opens and the classroom goes all silence and everyone turnes against the person who stands at the doorway. It is a girl. She walks confidently into the classroom.

"Excuse me? Who are you??" The teacher asks uncertain. "Oh wait! You're the new girl!" exclaims the teacher happily when she inds out who the girl who stands in the doorway is. The girl noods and look at the teacher as if she was an idiot.

"Zoey Blake". Some guys whistles at her when she says her name. Zoey just ignores them, other girls would surely have done something like blush or even blow a kiss at the boys direction, I think to myself.

She is damn hot thou'. Her tights shows the long, slender and delicate legs of hers. She is standing at a spot where the sun is shinig  through the window. It shone on her face and made her eyes shine greener than emeralds. Her hair is brown, almost black. It looks to be so soft that I almost wanted to stretch out my hand and put my fingers through it ... Wait! I was thinking just that? Oh my god, Jake, you've just seen her!

"You might want to tell us something about yourself?" The teacher ask her nicely.

"No I'm fine as it is," Zoey says. Some girls giggles when she said that. When Zoey hears the laughter  she looks in that direction where the sound is coming from, and suddenly we have eye contact. I couldn't break our eye contact as much as I tried, and suddenly I find myself thinking that I don't want to break eye contact with her. I feel like there is something different about her. She is not like other girls, she didn't do what other girls would have done. She seems to be closed and on her guard all the time. It is like she is hiding from something, and I want to know what it is. 

"Zoey, You can go and sit next to Jake over there" the teacher say and point at me with a shaky finger. Zoey seems to hesitate, but pull herself together and start walking in my direction. When she had sat down and developed her books the teacher had already resumed to the lesson. Zoey bends down over her books and start working. The whole lession there is someone that is trying to get her attention, mostly boys. And for some reason I get irritated, but luckily (for me) Zoey ignore them all. Throughout the lesson, I think about something to say to her. But nothing sounds good. Soon the lession is over and before I get a chance to say a word to Zoey, she is already gone. I sight and start walking towards my second clas.

The rest of the morning goes by and I have not even seen a glimpse of Zoey. No matter how hard I try I can't get Zoey of off my thoughts. I can't concentrate in class, she is in my thoughts all the time.