The Brunette with an Attitude

Chapter 2: Hunky guys and Annoying Best Friends.

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I looked up and found myself lost in the crystal clear blue eyes staring back at me. Then I notice it's 'new guy'.

I seriously need to find out his name. It's a little bit funny that 'new guy' is stuck with me now. Maybe I'll just keep calling him that.

We stand there like that for what felt like an hour. Normal me would cuss him out and find out what the hell he was doing behind me but I found myself lost for words.

'New Guy' breaks the silence.

"I'm so sorry." He says looking out looking genuinely concerned.

I still have nothing to say. 'Say something.' I urge myself.

"Um, um...I um...yeah, I...I'm o-okay." I say stammering. Then I notice I'm actually not fine, I feel my head throbbing.

"You freaking jabbed me in the head with the stupid tray, haven't you been taught to look where you're going?" I spit out recovering from my moment.

"Okay, chill. That was clearly an accident." He says, his concerned look starting to change to one of annoyance probably due to what I just said to him.

"You call that an accident, why the hell were you even standing behind me." God, some guys can be such mindless freaks.

"Whatever okay, do you need to go to the nurse or something? I'll take you if you want."

I was going to do that myself after you got lost. I think not saying it out. I usually just say what's in my mind without processing it.

I'm usually honest and brave, remebering an Oh so awesome movie, drumroll please.....

Divergent.

"Sorry, what were we talking about?" I ask, honestly not remembering.

I have the attention span of a goldfish.

"You're kidding right? It's bad enough you can't watch where you're going " WTF?!?! Total Jerk alert!

"You're the one that--" He freakin' cut me off. Oh I'm angry now.

"I have better things to be doing than to stand here and argue with you. So, I'm going to ask you one last time..." I tune out humming the lyrics to the extremely catchy song, One Last Time by Ariana Grande.

He's still talking.

I hear him end his sentence with something like "...the nurse or not. Are you even listening? " He says snapping his fingers. Then I remember he hit me in the head by 'accident'...mhmm, sure.

And we're talking about a visit to the nurse. I normally wouldn't go to the nurse if I get a cut or bruise or something, I bring my own band aids and antiseptic to school...I know it's weird but I don't exactly like the nurse.

I actually don't like a lot of people.

But I don't brink Advil to school so I guess we'll make a little trip there.

"Okay whatever, let's go but you're only coming along because I'm not on best terms with the nurse." I assure him.

Let's just say the last time I went to her, she tried to inject me with a syringe because she said I had an 'infection'...ugh, infection my ass. Just because I picked my fallen keys in the toilet.

No thanks, I'll have a real doctor inject something into my veins.

So when she tried to inject whatever greenish liquid into my wrist, I fidgeted so much, the needle went straight into her cheek. But fortunately for me, the needle just poked her and didn't squirt the slimish looking liquid into her cheek.