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The Annoying Jerk

Maybe

Part 1: The Annoying Jerk

 

Scarlet’s POV

A new student walked into the classroom today, and I could already smell the jerk in him. Yes, the jerk. His hair was fairly fluffy; the light brown nearly reached his eyes—his green eyes. Whispers spread throughout the room, and of course all the girls were freaking out. I had to admit, he didn’t look bad. But seriously, if I can smell the jerk in him, there’s nothing to look for in him.

He hands a little piece of paper to Ms. Cherri, my language arts teacher. Why would any parent send a kid to a new school in the middle of the semester? I suppose it could be worse. He could’ve come at the last week of school.

The new boy smiles at the Ms. Cherri, and she told him—or what I think she told him—to find a seat. And just my luck, nobody is sitting by me.

I wouldn’t really consider myself popular, but I’m not a nerd either. In popularity, I guess I’m considered middle class. I’m well-liked by everyone. But in this class, there’s not a single mind that understands literature. Come to think of it, there’s not a single mind that understands anything. It’s either I’m smart, or they’re really low in their IQ. Or both.

He strolls over, smirking as he comes. I’m already judging him. I judge everyone actually. I know their secrets, their rumors. I can smell their lies. Yes, again, I can smell.

Just putting this out now, I’m a werewolf. I mean, I don’t know about vampires and all that, but I can tell you that my species is real. I don’t fight any enemies though, since I’m all separated. My father and I live in a house deep inside the woods, so if I change nobody would see me. I’m telling you this now, I love running as a wolf. I love the woods. It’s a feeling much better than being human.

The new boy sits next to me, and his smell is so strong. It wasn’t a good smell either. I don’t know about your opinion on Axe, but it sucks if it’s overdone. He leans his head on his hand, and looks straight at me. Being the girl I am, I ignore him.

And he keeps staring.

“Keep staring and you’ll won’t be able to stare at anything,” I said through my teeth.

“Oh, feisty,” he mocks. “What can you do little red head?”

I turned to him, and his eyes widened in amusement. “Ha-ha. You don’t want to know.”

He runs his hand through his brown hair, making it look even fluffier. “I’m so scared.” He sees anger in my face. And guess what he did? He widened his grin. “If you really want to do what you said, you might as well do it. Or else you’ll be a liar.” He winks at me and turns to Ms. Cherri. What did I tell you? JERK.

“Nathan, is there a problem?” Ms. Cherri asks.

He smiles… a really creepy smile… “Everything’s mighty fine, Ms. Cherri.” Every single head turned to him.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, his voice was really deep. Like really, really deep. And I couldn’t believe it, most of the girls were squealing in their seats. This is going to be the worst day ever.

Well, if I had anymore classes with him.

My classes pass and so far I haven’t had any classes with him. I’m going to my last class now, which was Spanish. And before I even walked in, I could smell him. Ah, darn. I have to start my day with him and end my day with him.

Next to my best friend—April, was the jerk head. He was freaking flirting with her! Dear god! April was twisting her strands of hair within her fingers, going along with it. I’m near clawing the guy, I really am. I didn’t know why he made me mad, why he made me so angry, he just did. Just being there, its making me think violently.

April waves at me, and Nathan turns his head. His smile widens. “Hey there, Scarlet,” he greets.

“How the heck do you know my name?!” I screeched.

He nods his head over to April. “She told me.” Running his hand through his hair, he winks at me. “So… this is some luck, isn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, it’s luck all right.” There were a few minutes before Ms. Rosa would come in, and I noticed he took my seat next to April. The desks were usually paired up in partners, and the only desk left was with the girl named Ginger and she was always a… uh… moody person. “You’re in my seat,” I said to Nathan.

“Oh, am I really?” He rolls his eyes at me and continued talking to April. She ignored me, as she would with any situation with a hot guy. I couldn’t hold my temper any longer. I sat on him.

“What the heck you are doing?!” he groaned as he struggles to get out of the seat.

“You’re in my seat,” I repeated, sounding annoyed. “Ah!” I yelled.

He was hugging me from behind.