Life In LA

New Blonde

Stacie sat at the back of the class , waiting patiently for the teacher to arrive. She took out her timetable and surveyed the paper to make sure she was in the right class. Sure enough, the words 'English~Ms. Farron (7:30-8:15)'  was written at the top below her name. She scanned her surroundings for a moment before her eyes drooped down to take a calming breath. Only a few students had come in. Stacie looked at her watch and it said '7:27'. 

Three minutes had passed and the bell rang, signalling that class was about to start. The students finally arrived after the bell rang. Stacie drummed her fingers on the table. The teacher was taking her precious time to come in the door.

She closed her eyes for a moment, for boredom had already consumed her. The only time she opened them was when she heard the chair beside her creak under someone's weight. A boy with a leather jacket and dirty blonde hair was sitting beside her. She didn't feel the need to talk to him and, so she closed her eyes again.

"New student?" a rich voice asked her. Her head turned towards the sound of the voice. It was Blondie. 

"Stacie Ferguson. Yup," she fiddled with her hands then smiled at him,"Is it obvious?"

He smirked,"Well, aside from the fact that you're talking to me, of all people, I'm fairly sure you've never even been to LA."

She scoffed indignantly. "For your information, I've been to LA lots of times before." She puffed out her cheeks. "What's the big deal about you anyway?" She muttered, losing patience with the guy. She could see why people wouldn't like him. 

He shrugged his shoulders,"I dunno, probably because I'm too handsome for my own good."

Stacie sighed, she was seated next to the school's heartthrob. Just her luck.

"Okay then." She went back to staring at random people.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the guy beside her once again,"Where are you from?" He seemed strangely curious. 

She decided answering him was better than him pestering her the whole time. "Trenton."

He whistled,"New Jersey? Now, why would you leave winter for summer?" 

She rested her head on her hand and turned towards him. "Why would you stay in summer?"

He pointed his finger at her,"I asked you first, Miss Jersey." That was a really stupid nickname.

She said the most obvious answer,"My Dad got this amazing job offer at this prestigious company."

"How about you?" She narrowed her eyes at him. He laughed, showing off his perfect white teeth,"What about me?" 

"Why would you stay here when it seems as if you hate it?"

His smirk came back and his eyes began to hold some sort of softness in them that Stacie didn't notice until then. 

"My whole life is here. Friends, family, school. Everything. Why would I leave?"

Stacie waved her hand nonchalantly across his face. "No need to rub it in my face about that."

He laughed again. "Tell you what, I'll introduce you to my friends at Lunch. Though what time is your Lunch?"

She rummaged in her bag for her timetable. "Twelve forty five."

He grinned for the first time,"Perfect."

Stacie smirked at his grinning form. "Y'know, I never did catch your name."

He smirked back at her. 

"Logan Grant."