He's my Type

chapter 2

The next morning I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I'm not a perfect student, and don't think I'm crazy, but I actually enjoy school. Besides computer class.

I throw off the covers and my feet touch the hardwood floor. I should've worn socks last night. Then, I make my way downstairs and follow the scent of bacon and eggs into the kitchen. Of course, I take in a big sniff of the air, making me wanna sneeze really bad and giving myself a headache. Oops.

"Heyyy mom and dad! Good morning!" I said

"You're in a good mood today! Are you hiding something?"my mom was suspicious.

My dad looked up from his newspaper sighing, "She forgot her meter when she went to the basketball game with Addison."

My mom kind of turned her her head slowly and gave me the death glare.

I tried to break the ice, "Ayee. I'm a human! I'm not perfect, we all make mistakes! Or am I a human?" I raised one eyebrow. She stood there at the counter making my lunch for me since they were making chicken Alfredo for lunch today...I hate chicken Alfredo.

"Go get dressed, we don't wanna be late." She said pointing up the stairs.

I marched up the stairs. When I was about half way up, I tripped on my pajama pants that my MiMi (grandma) had made me, and hit my shin. "Klutz", my mind said. Once I looked over at my dresser, I then realized that I hadn't planned out my outfit last night. Well, I guess it's gonna be one of those sweats and hoodie days.

"NAOMI! COME ON!" My mother told me while I was applying toothpaste to my toothbrush, making me jump a bit. Resulting in my toothpaste falling into the sink...it's not my day. I look up at the ceiling and mouth the words "Why?". Finally, after perfectly applying my toothpaste and brushing my teeth we were ready to go.

You see, my mother's version of late is like, 5 minutes off of the regular time we get there. I've tried to convince her that I will probably never be late for school since I'm the very first one there.

On the way there I listened to "The Silence" by Avalanche City and stared out the window trying to stare at the trees longer while they passed by.

Once we pulled up to the school my mom asks me if I have everything I need (including my meter). Since the school has the "safety doors" with electrical locks I have to wait until she gets to the school to press the button thingy.

Inside the school halls when it's dark is kinda creepy, but the lunch ladies are here early, so that makes it less weird.

"Hey! Frito Chili Pie Girl!" A familiar voice said.

I turned around. Oh, it's the dude from the basketball game that I accidentally ran into with Frito Chili Pie...oops.

"Hi." I said...anddd waved, then ran into the girls bathroom. Bursting through the door and walking to the sink. I looked into the mirror and studied my face. I had developed a bruise on my forehead...wow, food is dangerous. When I walked into the lunch room, he was sitting in MY SEAT. It's not reserved or or assigned, or anything, but I kinda just claimed it.

I said pointing to the seat, "Hello sir, you are sitting in MY SEAT."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But, do you not see that there is a seat next to it?" He smirked.

Just walk away, quit making such a big deal out of a seat. I rolled my eyes and sighed, and didn't do what my mind told me for once. I sit down across from him, and cross my and legs, looking to the side. "What an asshole" I thought.

"Sooo...Naomi. Right?" He asked.

"Yep, not Frito Chili Pie Girl"

"Right, sorry about a few seconds ago. I was kinda being rude." Noah said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well you seem quick to apologize?"

After that, people started entering the lunch room, so we just stopped talking then. Then, the bell rung. Starting first period.
A few hours passed and it was the last class of the day. P.E. The reason why I don't like P.E. is because I am probably the most non-athletic person ever. I've tried plenty of sports and they all end in failure. Like, excuse me! The only marathons I run are Netflix.

When you walk into the gym, the first thing that hits you is the smell of sweat. ew. I usually just sit in the stands, but Addison convinced me to do what? Participate in P.E. Crazy huh?

Class was almost over and of course...I got some sort of injury from playing dodge ball. I tripped over my own foot running...trying to get a ball.

I yelped in pain and fell on the floor. Noah knelt down and touched my shoulder.

"Umm...COACH!" He yelled. When he said that, it seemed like everyone froze in mid-throw, and formed a circle around me to see what was happening.

"What's the problem?"coach asked. He then looked down and saw that I was holding my ankle, I'm pretty sure he got the idea of what happened. "Take her to the nurse."

Noah helped me up and I put one arm around his shoulder and snaked his arm around my waist and used his other arm to hold on to my wrist. My face turned red as a tomato. Then, I limped my way to the nurses office.

Of course the nurse said, "Its not that bad, you'll be fine" and I just went on with my day. Once we were sitting in the gym watching the people getting nailed by dodge balls he talked.

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to come paint balling with me and buddies this weekend?"he said nervously.

My mind said no, but my heart said YES, YES, YES!

"Sure!"

"Good. And don't worry, there won't be any frito chili pie."he smirked.

"You're never gonna let that go, are you?"I said laughing.

He closed his eyes and smiled, "Nope."
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A/N: AYEEE, so that chapter was different I guess XD

I hope you guys liked it! :D

WHATS UP WITH FRITO CHILI PIE? And paint balling...idk why I chose that to do, instead of like rollerskating XD

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