Paints, Pencils and Parties

2. School sucks

Ten minutes in the class, and I am bored out of my mind. The introductions were lame, with the 'My name is', 'My favourite colour is' and 'My favourite food is'. I am currently doodling hearts and flowers on my book's page.

I turn towards Phoebe. She has dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes. "How was your summer?"

She looks at me, startled. "Me?"

I nod.

"Well, it wasn't really that exciting. I went to my aunt's place; I do so every year. She and I are really close. We also went to the-"

Her whispered speech is cut off mid-sentence, when the doors of the class fly open, and there stands the infamous Xavier King. Captain of the ice hockey team, extremely rich, impeccably hot and has a bad boy persona. He is standing with half of his shirt unbuttoned, sleeves folded till the elbows, his tie half undone, and his black hair in a complete mess. He is panting heavily, which makes it look like he has come running to the class.

He stares at Mrs. Albert, whose loud and angry voice blares through the classroom. "Xavier King! You are twelve minutes late to my class. Would you like to explain yourself?"

The whole class's eyes are on Xavier, including mine. How does a person manage to be this late to the first class of the first day of senior year?

His voice comes out in a deep and rough tone. "Uh...my car broke down?" He says it more as a question, rather than a reply.

I chuckle, and a few more sound around the room. Everyone in this school knows that he has a bike. He isn't even trying to lie.

Mrs. Albert sighs and shakes her head. "Go sit down, and next time remember not to be late to my class again."

His green eyes scan the room, and land on the empty seat next to Angela Hart. She has brown hair and green eyes, and presently, she is batting her eyelashes at him. She is what I call the 'mean and popular girl of the high school'. Xavier sighs, and makes his way over to the seat.

I don't like Xavier. I actually detest him. He thinks of himself as superior to everyone else. He is rude and cold. I would've liked him, maybe, if he was a little more...nice and...sweet. Maybe, if he smiled a little more. He's got this menacing aura around him, and I'm beginning to feel that only I can sense it. But then again, even if others did feel it, they wouldn't mind it whatsoever. They still don't.

When everyone is settled, and the thrill of the moment has passed away, the teacher resumes her lecture on electronegativity.

I look at Phoebe again, but her eyes remain solely on Xavier, along with a few other pairs.

I guess not everyone is settled, then.

I let my eyes roam the classroom too, and they stop when I see that one person sitting on the front bench of the classroom, Edgar Griffin. I feel my entire soul light up at his presence.

Edgar Griffin is in my chemistry class. How did I not see him before?

I've had a crush on Edgar since the last few weeks of high school. I've never really talked to him before. I am too shy to start the conversation, and I guess he is too. He has blonde hair and blue eyes that could make you get lost in them. He is scribbling something on a piece of paper, and a blonde lock falls over his forehead. I suddenly feel the strongest urge to go up to him, and tuck that strand away. I continue to gaze at him a little more, until I hear my name being called.

"Miss Yondoris, since you seem to be a little distracted, why don't you answer the first question of mine?" Mrs. Albert's shrill voice speaks up, and my eyes widen when I hear her words. "According to Mulliken, what is the relation between electronegativity, ionization energy and electron affinity?"