The Anon

Chapter 2: My Romeo to My Juliet

Chapter 2: My Romeo to My Juliet

Title: First day of school? Um... how about no.

    It’s the first day of school. The day you get to meet up with your friends after two months of being separated. But for me, it means the arrival of the idiots and high school drama.  High school drama is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard of. But I guess it’s what makes high school go round. Not only is high school drama the thing I hate about first day of school, but so is interacting with people. I, for one, am not so good with social interaction. I would rather be alone with my laptop, Chester, and watch films all day. But hey that’s just me. Some people enjoy talking to humans and getting all up in their shit.

    But word of advice, the first day of school usually decides how the rest of your school year goes. Take it from someone who knows.

    Sincerely,

    The Anon

I published the post and shut my computer.

“Char? Why are you always on your laptop? Do you run a blog or something?” asked Emily as she pulled out her stuff for English.

    “What? Me? A blog? That’s hilarious! I would never do a blog.” I said nervously.

    “I think you have great rants which you can turn into a great blog, Charlotte,” popped in Michelle.

    “Okay, sure.” I said trying to get as far off topic about this conversation as possible. They didn’t need to know that I do write rants. Those rants are meant for my eyes only. I turned my attention to the board, but something was blocking my view. Correction: a chest was blocking my view. So I tried to look around the figure but it moved with me. I got frustrated, but continued to try and look around the figure, hoping it would stop moving with me, but it didn’t.

    “Charlotte?” called Emily from beside me.

    “What?” I hissed at her, my patience dwindling by the second because of this idiot. She jutted her chin to the figure in front of me.

“I know this idiot won’t move.” I said in a “duh” tone. Her eyes widened at my comment. Soon I heard a cough. I swiveled back around and looked up at the figure. And there, in front of me stood Manchester High’s finest bad boy, Chase Parker. His muscular arms crossed his muscular chest and I swear every girl in the room swooned, but I was unfazed by his Greek godish looks. I’ve seen way too many football boys because of my brother.

I looked up at him a bit irate. He then unfolded his arm and placed them on my desk and leaned in, his face only a couple inches away from mine. His green eyes were crystal clear and his cheekbones were defined. As I took in his features I forgot that half the class was staring at the two of us.

“What?” I asked him

“What do you mean what?” He questioned back.

“What do you want?” I said a bit irritated. Well, aren’t you one big air head?

“Thanks, I am quite the airhead and you’re sitting in my seat babe.” he said showing off his pearly whites while laughing. Shock coursed through me. Did I really just say that aloud? Ugh. But my mind wasn’t very much fixed on that. It was more on the topic of this being his seat when it’s the first day of school.

“It’s the first day of school! How the hell do you know this is your seat? Oh and don’t call me “babe”.” I snapped at him.

“Oh, we got a feisty one.” he said with a smirk. Just as I was about to retort, Ms. Edwin entered the room.