Remembering Us

The One I Remembered

Carson was a no show at lunch and Dakota and Jazz seemed to be concerned about it. Dakota gave me a dirty look when I asked who Carson was. Andrew and Kayla just looked utterly shocked. Jazz looked at me sadly and just shook her head.

The bell rang and I looked at my schedule. I had Spanish next. Jazz did not have that class with me but she still showed me the classroom then went on her way.

I walked in and everyone was already in their seats and all eyes fell on me as I stood there in the door way.
"I'm Mr. Evans," a tall blonde young looking teacher said looking down at me. He wore glasses and a button up shirt that he rolled the sleeves to his elbows. "This is my first year teaching here and I don't believe I saw you last semester. Are you new?" His blue eyes were breath taking really and I wasn't really listening to his question so I nodded my head. I mean technically I wasn't wrong. Yes I had been going to this school my entire high school career but this year I could practically be considered a new student. My mom compared me to a baby learning to walk for the first time.

"There's an empty seat in the back. You can have that one." I give him a small smile and he returns it. Teachers aren't supposed to be cute. I make my way to the back of the class, passing people as I walk. There's a girl with frizzy dark hair with a way to low cut shirt on and she glares at me. Typical mean girl I'm guessing. Behind her is a boy with curly blonde hair and a round face. He is sitting next to a boy with a large jacket and head phones on not seeming to give a shit about anything happening around him. I see the empty seat and reach my hand out to pull it out so I can sit down when a hand grabs mine.

"Did I say you could sit here?" A voice says sternly.

"Could you be anymore rude?" I snap back a lift my head to see him. My heart stops, I lose my breath and I just stare. "Holden?" I say. "Holden Reives." He moves his hand away and lets me pull the chair out and sit down.

"Yeah, and?" He says facing the front of the room. I don't respond to him. I'm still trying to understand how this can happen. Holden Reives was the schools biggest jackass. Star receiver of the football, responsible for taking the virginity of the entire cheerleading team, and overall just being an all around asshole. But yet he is still the only one at this school who I remember. Good going Blakely. You remembered the ass of the school.

"So where were you the whole first semester?" Holden pipes up next to me.

"It's sweet that you noticed my absence." I say back not really caring too much about this conversation.

"Well I think we all noticed considering your sap of a boyfriend moped around aimlessly the whole first half of the year."

I ignore him at first and jot down the notes on the board. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? Why wouldn't I have seen him yet? Why wouldn't my parents have told me? I try and remember but once again nothing. Carson. Your dating Carson. Whoever this Carson guy was I'm positive that's what he was to me. Why else would Jazz and everyone make such a big deal out of him seeing me? All of a sudden Holden grabs my pencil from me and I whip around in my seat.

"Give it back." I say.

"Spazz much?" He laughs looking straight forward. "Answer my question about where you were and you get it back."

"Or I just get a different pencil." I say back reaching into my bag.

I start taking notes again and listen to Mr. Evans as he reviews definite and indefinite articles when Holden reaches over and tries to grab my pencil again.

"Will you stop!" I say a little too loud because the class turns and looks at us.

"Is there a problem Blakely?" Mr. Evans says with his hands in his pockets.

"Nope, everythings great." I respond. Holden smirks next to me. Mr. Evans turns back to the board and continues. Can't say I didn't look a little south as he turned around.

"I was busy." I say to Holden and he just quirks his head to the side and stares at me. He's got deep brown eyes that could make anyone melt and the cutest dimples I've ever seen, but behind the features and his face there lies a horrible personality.

The rest of the class goes by without anymore from Holden and as soon as the bell rings I'm out of my seat, throwing my backpack onto my shoulder and speed walking out of class, even after realizing Holden never returned my pencil. As I exited the room I run square into someone.

"I'm sor.."

"Blakely?"