Hard Heart to Crack

Chapter 12: "Great, Now I Have To Disinfect My Locker."

It was the end of the day, and my brain was still buzzing.

Jaden Miller was real.

I had talked to him.

I had bantered with him.

Oh God.

I left my last classroom with a major headache.

Images of Jaden flashed through my brain.

I must have seen him before, cause I didn't recognize these memories.

I shook my head, trying to clear it.

I walked through the hallways towards my locker.

I kept my head low, and barely looked up to make sure I didn't run into anybody.

I sighed in relief as I finally neared my locker.

I lifted my head and my eyes widened.

There was someone leaning against my locker.

Not just any someone.

It was Jaden, but he wasn't alone.

He was getting very frisky with a blonde girl wearing red heels.

She was pressed against my locker, her hands in his hair. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

The moans emitting from them almost made me puke.

I felt tears start to rise, but soon remembered that we didn't even really know each other.

But still, my locker?

Ugh.

I stood there, trying to look anywhere but towards my locker/make out area.

I stood there looking at the ground, admiring the marbled effect it had, when someone cleared their throat.

I looked up to find the blonde and Jaden looking at me. The blonde irritated, Jaden looking amused.

"Can I help you?" Jaden said, his blue eyes locked on my green ones.

I almost died inside, my face felt like it was in an oven.

I cleared my throat and was able to squeak out, "My...uh...locker."

I gestured to where the blonde's back was pressed against.

Jaden raised an eyebrow, "This is your locker?'

I was starting to feel a bit irritated.

"Yes." I told him.

He nodded and stepped away from the blonde, releasing her from the locker and his body.

She glared at me and looked desperately at Jaden, who's eyes were still on me.

"Can we go somewhere else, babe?" the blonde asked in a high pitched whiny voice.

He blinked and looked back at the blonde, I released the breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"Uh, no, Gwen.." he began.

"My name is Stacy!!" the blonde shrieked.

"...Stacy," he stated, "maybe another time."

She puffed her cheeks out before glaring at me and walking off. Her heels clicking and her hips swaying.

Jaden sighed, and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. He gave me a sideways look, and a small grin.

"Well, I don't know if I should thank you, or flirt with you." he said smoothly.

I rolled my eyes, and grimaced at my locker.

"How about neither, and you stop making out with girls on my locker?" I suggested, turning away from him and walking towards my locker.

I put in the combination code, and opened the door gingerly.

Great, now I have to disinfect my locker.

I heard laughter and turned to find Jaden bent over.

"I-I can't believe you just said that!" he cried, his smile wide and goofy.

My eyes widened in realization.

"I just said that aloud?" I asked, "Dang it." I muttered.

He straightened and a smirk overtook his features.

"I guess I should introduce myself," he said, and my heart skipped a beat, "I'm Jaden."

I nodded, trying to keep my cool.

"Nice to know." I said simply.

He raised an eyebrow, "And you are?"

"Chris." I said.

"Well Chris, maybe I'll catch you around." he said, and with a final grin he sauntered away.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

Real life Jaden didn't seem to hard to figure out.

Player, Bad Boy, extremely attractive....

I placed my books inside my locker and closed the door.

I grimaced at the surface where the blonde had been pressed against before.

Note to self: Bring disinfectant and wash cloth for locker tomorrow.