Sincerely, Iris & Burke

Chapter Two

 Iris 

She didn't know it at first, but Burke would soon push every single one of Iris's buttons by the end of the day. She didn't think he was going to be that annoying; she was unfortunately wrong.

Every single thing Burke did pissed her off. The way he smirked at her when he caught her looking at him. She totally wasn't checking him out. Well, maybe she was, but she didn't want him knowing that. He caught her in mid glance, and gave the most perfectly sexy smirk, like he came straight from a Calvin Klein advertisement. He was hot, but he was also a dick.

Even his appearance began to irritate her. His hair was perfectly pushed up without being slathered in greasy hair gel. Literally, his hair looked like perfection. Not a single strand was out of place. His watch was way too nice to be from a typical mall. Hell, it was too nice to even be made in America. She thought she overheard him say it was from Germany, and that it cost a couple thousand euros. She didn't know how much that was in good old American money, nor did she fancy finding out because that seemed like an absurd amount of money to spend on a watch.

His voice was certainly something to pay attention to. It was so smooth, so pleasant to listen to. His accent was subtle and could only be heard on certain words, but it was prominent enough to wet the panties of every girl within earshot. Except Iris. She wasn't falling for his whole I'm-fucking-perfect-because-I've-traveled-the-world-and-can-speak-multiple-languages-but-I'm-still-a-bit-shy act. She knew he was actually an arrogant, rich prick, and that he would have no trouble fitting in with every other asshole in this shit town.

The worst part was, he was in all of her classes except one. Five periods in a row she had to listen to his speech about how his father owned some fancy airline company, so he spent his entire life traveling from country to country, but now his family is settling down in the beloved U.S. The story was worse each time he said it, and Iris was reaching her breaking point.

Now here she was sitting in her group's usual booth at the local cafe, being forced to listen to the army of bitches that she only tolerated so she could remain high on the school's totem pole. This army of bitches and dicks was her social group, her...friends. Technically, Iris hated every single one of them. Abigail was a prude that wore too much lipstick. Katie was queen of gossip. Marcus was a rich douche that treated every girl like a sex slave. Kenny was Marcus's younger brother, much hotter, but even douchier.

"Did you guys get a look at that new kid? He's super fine," Abigail said as soon as the guys left the table to go order their food. Her  loud voice, combined with the fact that her all mighty nipple was about to escape the confinement of her tank top, made Iris even more irritable. Even Abigail's overly fried hair was pissing her off more than it usually did.

Katie tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and smirked, "You better back off of him, that dick is mine. I am so going to fuck that boy." She paused to look at her phone before continuing her declaration of her ownership of Burke's dick, "He'll have to come up with a new definition of pleasure once I'm done riding him."

Abigail rolled her eyes and scoffed at Katie, "Don't be such a slut," she then turned to Iris "What do you think about Burt, Iris? Would you suck his dick, or does Katie get full ownership to it?"

"His name is Burke, Abigail, and I think he's a typical fucker. I wouldn't go for him because I don't want to be disappointed. He probably has a really small penis," Iris replied, sliding out of the booth as Marcus and Kenny came back with the food. "I just remembered that I have to go do something for Cathy. For all I care, he's all yours Katie," she said before walking out of the cafe.

Her Aunt Cathy had insisted on driving her to school on the first day, so now Iris was forced to walk the five miles to her house. She put in headphones and began the long walk home, cursing at her lack of athleticism.

The cherry on the top of this insanely horrid day: it began to rain. This wasn't some casual, light drizzle. No, Iris wasn't that lucky. The rain came down like the plumbing in heaven broke, and all of heaven's water supply was pounding down onto the earth to drown every piece of shit person that lived there. In other terms, it was fucking pouring.

Her only option was to march on in the rain, or stand in one place hoping that she would drown. "Damn you Cathy. Damn you sky. Damn my shitty life," Iris said to no one in particular. A silver car pulled up next to her, and the window rolled down.

Great, just great. Sitting in the driver's seat looking dry and warm was the king of the hour. "It looks like you could use a ride, hop in," Burke shouted over the deafening rain.

"Why would I want to ride in the car and waste this exquisite walking weather?"

"Just get in the damn car before you get sick or drown,"

She wanted so desperately to keep walking, but she was insanely cold, and her house was still another five and a half miles away. Shef climbed into the car and was greeted with warm air. "Thanks," she mumbled.

Burke

He tried to make small talk, but gave up once he realized  Iris wasn't going to say anything.  The only interaction he got was when she told him where to turn. As soon as he pulled up to her house, she bolted from the car and up the steps.

"Goodbye," he said to himself since she was already gone. That's when he spotted it, a small piece of paper. It must've fallen out of her purse when she made her grand exit.

He unfolded it and discovered it was a letter. He considered running up to the house and giving it to her, but she might kill him if he did that. He folded it back up and shoved it in his pocket. He would give it back later, giving him an excuse to talk to the mysterious Iris again.