Mystery Boy

Meeting brown eyes

I rolled my eyes as we walked to the front, which wasn’t by ourselves. Since my brother is somehow hot, girls been surrounding us ever since day 1. I somehow managed to hear my best friend, waving her hands like she’s trying to wave an airplane down. I squeezed between a blonde and a red head, tripping over someone’s bag and landed on my butt. I heard clapping from behind me and looked up to see my red headed friend, Monica.

Monica: bravo, but I do give the fall a 4

I smiled at her and she smiled back, as she helped me up.

M: uh thx

Monica: no problem chica, I haven’t seen you in a while

M: sick, it’s been devastating

Monica: I know, not being able to see your best friend and had to annoy the “hot shot”

I grimaced as she referred to my brother as hot

M: I still don’t get what girls see in him

She shrugged but she smiled once again, she grabbed my arm and led me inside. She brang me to a halt in front of my locker, she was grinning mad crazy, and when she does that; it means boys.

M: where is he?

Monica: not just he but him

She pointed to a tall, built guy, with black hair covering half his eyes. He was wearing a black shirt that showed his muscles underneath and dark jeans.

M: um ok

I turned to her and she was drooling over the guy, I do mean drooling.

M: Monica

I snapped my fingers and she returned to earth once again. I looked at her for some info like always, as I opened my locker.

Monica: sorry, he’s just so dreamy

M: Okie

Monica: don’t act like he isn’t hot

M: sorry but I don’t really

Her mouth came open as we walked to my homeroom. We went in and I sat in my seat, while Monica sat in someone else’s.

Monica: Moriah, you are the weirdest girl I have ever met. He is drop dead gorgeous

Boy: yea I know I am ladies

I rolled my eyes at Scott as he sat behind me

Monica: eww what are you doing here?

Scott: I can say the same thing to you, you don’t belong in here

Monica: I can be wherever I want

Teacher: Ms. Gellar, do you have anything to say as to why are you here?

Monica jumped and ran out as Scott and I stated laughing. I twisted in my chair and looked at Scott. He was a blondie, with short cropped hair to the side, and an innocent face. He was wearing a red shirt with skulls on it and jeans.

Scott: like what you see

M: ehh I seen better

I giggled as I ruffled his hair.

Scott: come on moriah, I spent time on that

M: aww well you can do it again

I said as he grumbled, fixing his hair with a comb he got from his pocket.

M: boys are so naïve about how their hair looks

Scott: hey at least us boys don’t take hours to find what to wear

M: I don’t take hours; I just put something on randomly

Scott: oh right, your one of the trained ones

He rolled his eyes as I playfully hit him

M: hey, easy on that bud

He smiled as I twisted myself to the front of my seat.

Scott: oh yea one more thing

He dropped a piece of paper on my desk. I picked it up to see an address to a party

Scott: I’m throwing a party and you’re invited

M: when am I not?

Scott: true

I giggled as the bell rang. Everybody rushed out to the halls and aimlessly looked for their class rooms. I was texting my brother, by the lockers when something hard hit my head, and knocking down my things. I rubbed the spot as I heard a husky voice next to my ear. Their breath hit my nose to be filled with mint as I looked into dark brown eyes.