Blazing Fire

Chapter Two

I honestly hate guys like him. Well, maybe that's me stereotyping, but guys like him... I know their personalities.

They act all cocky and they play around with all the girls, because they're aware of how good looking they are. What could I say? Girls automatically attract to guys like him, but they hate the fact that they do. These guys are mainly jerks.

I hate to use the term "Swag Fag" but yes, that's pretty much what I'm referring to as I'm staring at him walking down the hall and thinking, "Oh no."

He's got the swishy hair that's as black as midnight, partially covered up with one of those snap back hats that I don't think you're even allowed to wear in school. His face is only slightly sprinkled with freckles, and I can already see how blue his eyes are from where Tess and I are standing. What he's wearing describes it all. The snap back first of all. And then there's the hoodie, the black skinny jeans and the converse. Oh, and I just noticed his ears are pierced with little silver studs.

What else can I say? He's attractive.

I guess both Tess's and my mouth are hanging wide open when he finally passes by, for he shoots us the most adorable half smirk I've ever seen and nods our way.

I shake my head a few times, and Tess has her hand to her stomach. "Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me." She's huffing now, like she's just ran an entire race. A race to decide who's more in love with this new dude.

"It's only the beginning of the day,... maybe we'll have classes with him" I point out. Tess fan girls at the thought. No, like she's literally squealing and turning bright red.

"Wait a sec," I slow her down, trying not to grin just a little. "Don't get carried away. You know not to trust guys like that."

Uh-oh, now Tess is looking utterly confused and a bit angry. "What do you mean?!"

"Tess, he wouldn't love you. He's a player."

Tess snorts. "You stereotype too much, Hallie." She starts to walk away, and I start trying to keep up with her. "I'm serious, Tess! Don't get your hopes up. If he does end up loving you on some kind of Godly miracle, er, GREAT." I give two awkward thumbs up and then walk to my first period class.

I remembered all the boys in 7th grade who looked like that. I dated one, and in that week we were dating he kissed two girls that both weren't me. (That's why you don't date in Middle School- along with other reasons, of course.)

This is going to be one long damn year, wherever it's headed.

***

Third period is the class before lunch, and when I walk into that class- History, to be exact, guess who's sitting in that used-to-be empty spot next to me?

None other than snap back boy.

I cautiously take my seat like I'm walking toward an alligator about to snap. My hearts definitely beating like it's an alligator about to snap, but,... it definitely isn't. It's just some guy that's been taken up in my mind all day.

Trust me. I'm not boy crazy. I think. Oh, God, have I finally been infected with what every other girl has? Calm down, Hallie. He's just a new boy. Everything will be settled by tomorrow.

With that calming thought in my mind, I take my seat in the tiny jail cell we call a desk, next to the newest prisoner. He's sitting with his feet up and his arms crossed. Wow, really?

The teacher, some dude with a Latin last name, so I hadn't even given enough cares to remember it, turns around from the board to greet us. Yippee.

"Good morning, third hour. Before we start the learning for today," he says with this pedo grin on his face or something, "I'd like to introduce a new student!" Did my rib cage just shatter from all the pounding? What?

The boy gives a small careless waves, and gives his smirk and his nod, and I can feel for him all the other Sophomores that are staring. "I'm sure you've gotten introduced a lot today, but everybody, this is Blaze Anderson!"

Blaze. Blaze. Blaze. Lord Jesus, take me now before I melt. Blaze. Oh my gosh, why is this so awesome to me? I'm not the type to get excited over names, but Blaze is an AWESOME name. Ugh, why couldn't his parents have named him George, or Urkel, or Albert, so that I wouldn't be even more awed than I already was.

When class starts, Blaze turns to me only about five seconds in. He gives a short and small laugh and he whispers, "kinda boring isn't it?"

I'm tapping my pencil on my desk and nodding like a zombie. "For sure."

He's just kind of staring me for a moment so I awkwardly raise my hand and say, "I'm Hallie Jackson."

He nods in some sort of approval as if saying, "OK, that name's OK," and then says, "I'm Blaze Anderson." I grin, not too big of course.

"I know." He gives a bright eyed smile, and then we turn back to the front of the class.

For some reason it seems like we have just parted forever.