This Wasted Time On You Has Left Me Shaking And Waiting

Who Are You Now?

I shuffled into my first period class, struggling to carry all my books, and sat in my seat. My books hit the desk with a loud thud before deciding to all fall off and into my lap. I covered my crotch with my hands quickly. Just because I might actually like to have children someday. And I would rather not explain to my adopted kids that they are adopted because Daddy dropped books on his crotch in the 11th grade.

It was 8:05. Our English teacher was five minutes late. "Only ten more minutes and we can leave class!" Some idiot yelled from the seat behind me. I swear to god I went to school with a bunch of immature, neanderthal like, morons. And technically they were right. If the teacher doesn't show up within the first fifteen minutes of class the students can leave, but what was the likely hood of that actually happening?

The pounding of high heels could be heard down the halls, and everyone ran to their seats. Mrs. Hanes was probably one of the most feared teachers in the whole school. Next to Mr.Brill, but that's only because he threatened to sit on you.

She stomped into the room and sat at her desk at the front of the room next to the chalkboard. "Get out your agendas, and you better have a pencil" My hands stumbled through my folders and books looking for my agenda. Oh my god where is it? I finally came over it and pulled it out. But just as I thought I was in good shape all of my books and folders fell to the ground.., again. I could hear the sound of people snickering and trying to hold in their laughter.

Mrs.Hanes sighed. "Alex pick up your materials..please" I looked up at her before noticing the tall guy standing at the front of the room. His hair was so brown it was almost black, and it had streaks of blonde on the side. It was so messily pieced together, but it looked good. His ears were pierced and he wore a leather jacket. He looked familiar, but I just couldn't figure out who it was.

"You can sit right there." Mrs.Hanes pointed to a seat in the front. "Alright thanks" He flashed a smile and sat in the front row of seats. Three rows in front of me and two seats to the left. I couldn't help but stare at him the whole class period. Who was this guy?

It was five minutes before the period ended that Mrs.Hanes ended the lesson and allowed us to talk. I stayed in my seat and watched as everyone began to crowd around this boy sitting at the front of the room. "So why are you in this class now?" Matthew asked. The boy answered smugly. "I had to change classes because of my grades" He smirked as if he was proud of his horrible grades. That wasn't something to be proud of. This guy looked like a jerk, but I couldn't keep myself from watching him. I noticed Matthew turn around and everyone followed, including the mystery man. I was the only one who wasn't surrounding him. "What are you looking at Gayskarth?" He said. I shook a little in surprise. I felt like a deer headlights. Everyone laughed a little, including that guy. "O-oh I was just..." The bell cut me off. Thank god too. I had no idea what I was going to say. If that guy caught me staring at him. I'm such a creep.

I watched him go down the hallway and ended up running into one of my only friends, Rian. "Oh hey bro" He smiled, his perfect, white teeth practically blinding me. "Hey.." I muttered. His brow furrowed and he looked at me, almost looking confused. "Something wrong?" Was there something wrong? Yes! This mystery guy just shows up in my English class, and I have absolutely no idea who he is. But everyone seems to be attracted to him. And..he was kinda attractive. No he was really attractive. "No, it's nothing" I replied. I was really bad at lying and Rian knew it. "Dude, something is wrong. Tell me!" He sounded like a girl begging for the latest gossip. "Can I tell you later? Lunch maybe?" Rian nodded and punched my arm playfully. "Alright man, I'll see you at lunch then" He waved and began to walk off then.

((A/N It should be pretty obvious who this mystery man is. :) Poor Alex constantly dropping his stuff. He's a little clutz. COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT! Tell me what you think!))