When We're Alone

Chapter 3

*Hayden*

The bell rang for the second period, grabbing all my papers and book I take one last look at everyone in the class. Everyone being me and six others. Clearly the rest of the year had not recovered, it took me a half an hour to find Isaac and Eden last night and when I did, I lost Matty. Trying to look for Matty I lost Eden, so I grabbed Isaac and locked him the car and ten minutes before three am, I managed to get all of them inside the car and by ten past three we got home. Sneaking in was no good, when you had a drunk brother singing his way home.

We had a long lecture about how reckless seventeen year olds are nowadays, but not me of course. And of course, how reckless my sixteen-year-old brother was for getting smashed at a party for seniors. And how the mayor let his son and hundreds of underage teenager's drinks, but I had to keep reminding her his dad and Emily didn't know there was going to be alcohol or a party and no one would dare to tell, because they were afraid the mayor would be angry with them for telling on their son.

Walking into maths, I realised the class started to become more full. More people started to come in school, although they looked like complete shit. Leroy was sitting on my seat, looking almost like he just came back from the dead.

"Get off my seat." I say slightly loudly.

He flinches and holds his hands to cover his ear and his head. "Don't. Shout." He says in a low tone, with a growl. "Just sit there." He harshly looks to the seat near him, which was not assigned for me because yesterday Mariah sat there, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to stand around looking like a fool, I had learning to do.

Mr James didn't really care if he taught us anything, he only cared if we knew all about the latest gossips on his favourite T.V series. So me being me, I went home and done my own maths class.

Mr James put up some basic questions on the board, which everyone had completed in two minutes, some taking five, those being the ones who were hammered from yesterday's party or those chatting whilst doing it.

"Did you come to the party last night then?" Leroy says whilst flicking bits of an eraser on me.

Was he being serious now? I turn around harshly. "If your idiotic poor excuse of a brain did not drink as much, maybe you would have recalled me being there, and you ruining my chances with Lucas, and me putting you to bed." I say quietly, hissing.

He doesn't say anything for a second, he just lets his face hang there like he was trying to focus himself, with his arm hanging across the table, almost on to mine. He knew I attractive I found his arms, because I accidently spilled it. He had this thick bulky long arms, with the sexiest veins just popping out, just waiting to be dug int by my nails when I finally can kiss him.

"You bitch." He says raising an eye brow.

"Excuse me?"

"You knew very well I wanted to sleep in my own bed, yet you left in my some poncy guest bedroom that I can't remember the last time I was there." He says creasing his forehead, making a stubborn frown.

"Well you were there yesterday, and anyways it was so hard carrying you up one set of stair case, I wasn't going to go that extra mile for jerk like you." I say shrugging my shoulders and turning around.

"Okay, what did I do now. Other than ruin your chances with this random Lucas guy, who would never like you so you're probably lyin'." He says raising both eye brows, waiting for an answer.

What a jerk. "Okay firstly, I looked hot yesterday. Why wouldn't he like me? Just because you don't find me pretty, doesn't mean everyone else doesn't either." I look at him angrily. It wasn't fair, when your crush would be horrible to you in front of your face.