The True Bad Boy and Good Girl Story

Chapter 2

The first few days of classes were hectic. Even for me. The board upped the workload for the sophomores to prepare us for the PSATs and end of term exams. This included additional prep books, 5 page syllabi, and more homework.

The joy of being a sophomore. Yippee! (So much sarcasm)

So when I say that I'm estastic that today is Friday, know that I deeply mean it.

I shook my head in disbelief as I left Integrated Trig, skimming through its syllabus. Now I will acknowledge the fact that I was focused on reading the syllabus while navigating through the rather crowded hallway but if you see someone coming towards you and they aren't paying attention wouldn't you move out the way? Just to not cause any confusion?

You and I seem to understand this concept but apparently not the person who crashed right into me, sending my syllabus flying out the folder in which it inhabited and scattering across the hall.

I gasped watching my paper fly before I looked at the brain dead idiot who knocked it out of my hands.

Now if this was a cliché, the person who knocked into me would have been none other that the annoying British boy from the first day whose name turned out to be James. He would smoothly reach down and grab my papers and folder from the floor, look at me, smirk and give some snarky remark that leaves me totally flustered, hand me my folder and walk away sexily. If 'sexily' is a word...

But since this is NOT a cliché so the GIRL who collided into me, groaned as she rubbed her shoulder which I probably hurt with my bony body. I realized she'd been texting while she was walking, resulting in our collision. She looked at me strangely, like she never saw a nose ring before.

"Woah bro, cool eyes." She finally said before reaching down to hand me my papers.

I whipped out my iPhone camera and glimpsed at my eyes, which sure enough had grey streaks in them.

Ohhhhhh... So that's what she was staring at.

Dummy.

I felt a slight blush rise in my cheeks, "Thanks."

I studied the girl's features. She had a dark chocolate complexion, with dark brown eyes, and one of those Indian kind of gems that they wear on their foreheads. She wore stylish but unnecessary glasses similar to mine, a grey jumpsuit with big fake gemstones that lined the neck and pockets, and silver and blue looking sneakers that I'm pretty sure were Jordans.

"I'm flattered but I'm not a lesbian."

I snapped out of my gaze. 'Not a lesbian?' Huh? What the h- Wait, I was staring, wasn't I? I gasped and widened my eyes, "No, no, no! I wasn't- it wasn't- I was ju-" I stammered horribly and she burst out laughing. I blushed a deep color red and looked down at my boots.

"I'm Alexis." The girl said, extending her hand.

"Jeann." I smiled, shaking it.

Okay, so take a mental picture of this moment because it was a very important one. The day I met Alexis, my life changed.

Question you should ask yourself is, was it for better or worse?

Anyways...

The first thing you would notice about Alexis is her hair.

Alexis's hair was in a style called box braids which is totally normal except for the fact that in the midst of her mostly bright metallic sliver braids, she had highlights of lavender, and baby pink. (A/N: Anyone know when Debby Ryan dyed her hair silver and a soft lavender? It looked so good, so try to picture that but in braids and with baby pink) It was a bold move and fascinated me like crazy.