Theresa Jackson (on hold)

The new boy (a)

Next morning I woke up feeling tired. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had that night. Who was that guy? And why was he in my dream.....

"Theresa, wake up! Your breakfast is ready!" I hear George call.  I roll my eyes; He doesn't even act like a butler.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I shrugged off the dream—I’ll worry about that later.

After a ten minute shower, I put on my school uniform which consisted of: a red and dark blue plaid skirt that fell just above my knees and a white t-shirt—which had our school insignia on it— tucking it into my skirt. I put on my white stockings and slip into black flats. I run a brush through my hair deciding to leave it out seeing as I couldn’t really be bothered. As I walk down the stairs, I am met with the delicious aroma that was my breakfast.

"Morning honey." said mum as I entered the kitchen. She’s wearing her black suit, with her long blonde hair whirled into a neat bun. I notice her briefcase and a small squared bag beside her chair.

"Morning mom,” I say, giving her a kiss, “Um you’re not going away again are you?” I ask curiously, seeing she has a small going-away bag beside her briefcase on the stool.

She looks at me, eyes forlorn and regretful, "I'm sorry, honey. I have to. One of my small businesses in Australia is going through a bit of trouble—I need to sort it out." she says. George hands her a mug of steaming coffee and she sips it carefully.  My Mom is a business woman; she owns several businesses around the world and is constantly on the move, I hardly ever see her sometimes and it’s kind of wearing down our relationship. I know she’s trying, she always is. She’s always trying to fill that void in me that needed parental love. 

"But, you only got back last night, and you promised that we'd spend time together this weekend." I whinged, She always does this. I know she loves me, but sometimes I think she puts her work first I mean we haven't spent any quality time together since Christmas, and now, its summer.

"l know, and I'm very sorry about this, but the company needs me. They’re on the verge of bankruptcy and they need my help. And as the owner it’s my obligation to make sure everything’s pristine. " she told me.

"Can't you do it from here?" I questioned, grabbing a seat behind the counter it was pointless, she wasn’t going to change her mind. 

"Would you really want me to spend our days making phone calls every now and then? It’d be the same thing—just in this country." she raised an eyebrow. Okay she had a point...

"Fine." I pouted, biting into the toast George just placed in front of me.

"Please honey, I’ll be back before you know it, and l promise to spend the week on your birthday, because I’ll be free then." she says,  her brown eyes pleading, hoping I will not permanently resent her because of her job. 

"No, it’s okay mom, I’ll just see if I can spend the weekend with Alanta." I just gave her wry smile, and continued to eat the rest of my delicious breakfast.

She places her mug in the sink with a clank and says, "Thanks sweetheart, i have to go now though. So I’ll see you in 3 days—and if you think about it—it’s not that long, only seventy-two hours." She swerved around the counter, grabbed her bags stopping at the front door to say, "I do love you, and I really do wish I didn’t have to go." 

"Love you too" I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Bye George." she calls before I hear the door shut. 

George comes and sits beside me, but I don’t look at him, instead, I frown, watching my orange juice distort with each breath I release. "Hey, don't give your mother a hard time she really loves you, you know." he says, his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I know but sometimes it feels like she loves her work more." I sigh.

he chuckles, before standing up, “You know she doesn't. Now, do you want a ride to school?" –he checks the clock—“we still have a bit of time so...wanna get some ice cream?” he asks, raising his brows.

I grin, "Yes please,"  

“Cool. Let me just put these plates away.” 

I nod, and head back to my en suite to get my school bag. George always knew how to cheer me up .

****

Great. 

I’m late again. maybe we shouldn’t have stopped for ice-cream—but it was so good, probably the worst breakfast ever but I was depressed.

"Rissa, hurry up," I heard Jazz call; she was just outside our form room.

"Hey," I say, following her inside. The classroom full of low chatter, which was good, it meant the teacher had not yet started to mark the register.  

"So...” she starts, swinging behind her desk beside Ruby and Alanta. They all exchange weird glances before she continues, “...have you heard the news?"Jaz says, suppressing a squeal.

"No Jaz, I’ve just got in, "I say, rolling my eyes. Jazz is such a gossiper sometimes. She waved away my remark before telling me about the hot new guy everyone was talking about. It baffled me how in just a few minutes information could spread like wildfire.

"Have you seen him."I ask, feeling the need to understand what he looks like. 

"Well, not yet, but I will—very soon, "she says, wagging her eyebrows.

I laugh, "Then how do you know he’s hot?" I ask, seriously regretting he’s even hot at all. 

"If the guy has the majority of the female sex drooling over him, then he must be hot—right?" Jaz speculates, possibly on target but I’m not going to fall for it. And if that was the case—He must be a player.

“I suppose-“ 

The door flies open, cutting off what I had to say before I hear,

"Sorry I'm late, but I'm new here," I hear the girl’s in the class gasps and I turn around to see who's causing the fuss. My jaw literally drops as I see who it is.

OH MY GOSH. 

It can't be.

Seriously?

The guy from my freaking dream is standing at the front of the room, placing a note on the teacher’s desk.  His gorgeous sliver blue eyes catch mine and a smirk settles on his face.

*****

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