Pov. Amber
I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He's leaning on a 1969 black Impala.
Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. "Hi I'm Josephina!" She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the "Bring It On: movies.
She shoves her hand in my face, instead of shaking her hand I just look at her like she's lost her mind for even thinking about approaching me, and try to walk around her to get to the school, but she jumps back onto my path.
"I was just wondering if you would like to get a tour of the school from me?" She asks me. Before I could answer for myself someone came up from behind me. "She's not interested Josephina." The deep masculine voice sends chills down my spine.
I turn around to come face to face with a broad muscular chest, my eyes slowly rake up his body until I reach his face. It was the man that was standing by the Impala, he was just as attractive up close, but what I noticed next made me question his age.
Starting at his neck and what I could now see of his arms are covered in tattoos. "How old are you?" I ask out of nowhere.
He looks at me as if i've lost my mind, and I'm starting to think that maybe he's not too far off there, but nonetheless he looks me in the eyes and says, "I just turned 18 July 4th. Why?"
"I was just wondering. Mostly because of all the tattoos you have most people can't get tattoos legally until the age of 18." I tell him.
"And how do you know that?"
"I'm going to go to college to study law."
"And why would you want to do that?"
"Because I'm going to become a probation or a parole officer."
"Why?"
"Because I need a job after I'm out of high school that will pay me well."
"Why?"
"If you ask why one more time I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Okay. But why do you need a job after you get out of high school?"
"I need a job when I get out of high school because I need to make money so I can start a family of my own one day."
"But the man that you'll be with will bring in all the money, because that's the man's job to take care of his family."
"I don't want to rely on someone for the rest of my life, and not do anything to help."
"Well you would be doing something."
"And what would that be?"
"You would be taking care of the kids and keeping the house clean. That's the female's job."
I couldn't take any more of his talking, because he was being so sexist and I hate when people are sexist. So I turn away from him fuming and storm my way to the school entrance.
I walk through the front door, as I walk all I can hear from behind me is "Hey you" and "New girl come back here right now" but being the stubborn ass person I am I ignore him and keep walking to try and find the front office.
