King of Hearts ≫ teen fiction

one

I gathered my papers and sorted them in my book bag.

I heaved in a sigh and made my way out of class.

I began to saunter through the hallway at a somewhat fast pace as I didn't want to get crowed in a group of students.

I made my way to my locker and dialed my combination in 3 swift motions, stuffing my belongings after I did so.

I shut my locker close and hurried to class.

"Hey Anastasia!" my friend Candyce grabbed my arm.

"Whats up?" I responded, adjusting the strap of the bag on my shoulders.

"Nothing really. Hey, do you have the notes for english? I was hoping if I could copy them cause I couldn't write it down yesterday as the teacher erased the board so fast." She implied with a chuckle.

"Can I give it to you after class?" I glanced at my watch. "I'm running a little late."

She smiled and nodded.

I sat down in my assigned seat and put my bag on the floor beside my desk.

I pulled put my notebook and started to copy the words off the whiteboard.

The teacher handed out the papers to the students at the front row.

They passed the papers down the row and started to do the assignment that was, well.... Assigned to us.

I scratched my head in confusion while looking down at my paper.

This all was a bunch of gibberish to me.

Fuck algebra.

I thought to myself. I put my chin on the palm of my hands.

I thought I was hopeless.

I sat there trying not to fall asleep until I heard a knock on the door.

Michael, the kid that sit next to the door, opened it and then came in the assistant principal, Ms.Caballero, worlds biggest douche nugget.

"Alright guys. Today we have a new student. He came all the way to Chicago from Korea! No just kidding. He came from Tennessee. But meet Alex!!"

Our algebra teacher gestured Alex to sit (out of all places) to the right of me, as it was the only open seat.

He walked over to his desk. But before he could sit down, we caught eachothers eyes.

He had tussled brown hair, light blue eyes, and a small but noticeable scar on the side of his lip.

He also had a chiseled jawline. He kind of looked tough along with the scar on his lip.

He flashed me a warm smile and sat down.

Alright I take that back.

He didn't look tough at all anymore. More like a cuddly kitten that needed lots of hugs and cuddles.