Stranded

Chapter 1: The incident of the pink bra

This morning I overslept and missed breakfast. It was raining and mom wouldn't allow me to drive to school. She said that most car accidents happened on rainy days. 

I walked to school with my umbrella, my umbrella broke and the tip of it fell off. By the time I reached school, I was soaking wet. I dashed to math class. I slowly sneaked into my seat. " Miss Evans? " I heard. I sighed and faced her. She holds out a detention slip. " Starting today, if you are late to class. Detention? " She said. God, could this day get any worse. 

It did. Sadie Taylor walked up to me and said " I wouldn't have worn a white shirt on a day like this or maybe I would have worn a nude bra. " I braced myself and looked down. 

There was my pink bra, totally visible in my white t-shirt. 

The bell rang. I dashed to the girl's bathroom. I sat in one of the toilet stalls. Wishing that I could just disappear. " Becca, hey I got you a t-shirt. " I opened the door. My best friend Stacy had brought me a black t-shirt from the lost and found. " Thanks, Stace. You're the best. " I said, as I shrugged it on. 

The shirt was huge. I looked like a fat potato sack. I sighed. What was wrong with today? 

He headed towards our lockers. Noah Jackson walks by and says " Heard from Sadie. Nice bra. I'm sorry that I wasn't there ", smirking. I slam my locker as loud as I could. 

Noah was the hottest guy in school, and also the most irritating. I stormed off. " Oh my god, I couldn't believe Noah Jackson talked to you! " Squealed Stacy. I turned to look at her. 

All the girls seemed to fall under the spell of his disheveled hair and his big blue eyes. Honestly, he was just a pretty face that had a great body that also had a husky voice. 

Dammit! Well, he was hot but IRRITATING. It was probably irritating because I felt my heart jump in my chest as he winked at me when he passed by. 

There was one thing that was good today, I was going to Spain, tomorrow with Stacy and other people. I had a good feeling about that. Maybe about Noah, whispering a voice in my brain. 

I wasn't under Noah's spell or was I?