Breaking The Code

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

'Bbbbbbbrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnggggg' the bell sang

Aw crap.

Frist day of school and I got three detentions.

Great.

I put all my books in my locker .

How am I going to get home? What is Shelly going to say? Aw great now I have to face the wrath of Shelly when I get home.

Or am I going to get home?

I lean my head on the cold locker. I sigh in relief as the coldness takes over my head ache that's coming my way. 

A familiar warm scent floated to my nose.

"Hey" Aiden greeted.

"Hi" I sigh.

Where was Aiden all that time?

I straightened up and turned and faced Aiden. "Hey...where were you at lunch? Um you missed a lot." I asked curiously.

Aiden bit his lip his face flushed a light pink he smiled sheepishly. "Um I kinda made one of the administrators fall and I got a detention and of course Nick just had to say something smart..." Aiden continued babble.

I rolled my eyes and laugh. Aiden stopped taking and blushed at his sudden talkitive attitude.

Aiden's hazel eyes pierced into mine. His glasses almost falled off. He jumped sorta and shoved his glasses back on his nose. His eyes were shiny and glassy all of a sudden and he stared at the wall.

My heart pounded. I hope I didn't say anything.

I stared at his face hoping he would look at me. His skin looked so smooth. His hair...so soft and bouncy. It was light. Not dark. He just....his hair is so happy!

Oh gosh I sound super crazy.

Shelly.

"Um I have to er call my step mom to let her know about detention." I stumble on the word mom.

Aiden smiled at me showing his dimples. "Sure" He bit his pink lip and closed his eyes and leaned his head on his locker, he turned around to give me privacy.

His light brownish and blondeish hair looked so soft it looked clean and ...

Arg! I really need to stop thinking about stuff like that!

I turned around, I reached in my back jean pocket for my sleek iPhone.

I unlocked it and was about to tap phone.

'Whoosh' A cracked and dry looking hand snatched my phone from my tight grasp.

A really old wrinkly lady glared at me, she had really cracked lips that she seemed to try to cover up with a lipstick.

I chuckled.

"No phones young lady" Croaked the old lady.

Who does she think she is??

"Well when can I get my phone back lady?" I slapped my mouth when lady slipped out.

Oops.

"When you leave young lady" She spat out obviously not appreciating my attitude or "tone of voice".

Her nasty onion breath fanned by face. I fought the urge of coughing.

I glared at her as she hobbled down the hallway.

Great.

What am I going to do now?How can I get home??

I grunted and shoved my hands in my pocket and walked to room 64 ignoring the quiet sound of my shoes going.