A Letter To You

A Run Into Mystery Boy

I stared absently out the window in the headteacher's office and watched as the leaves fluttered softly to the ground. Today I'd been caught giving Year 9's back their finished homework while they paid me. I'm quite smart, so why not help out some little teens for a few pounds, I could use it. Well that's what I thought, but apparently, 'that's completely on a different topic'. Yeah, like I give a shit.

"Ms. Castle, are you listening?" I broke my gaze from the window and turned to look at my all too ugly headteacher. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back into a meticulous chignon and her makeup was horrendous! She wore a white blazer and a black pencil skirt that stopped right above her knees. Her gold name tag that had, 'Vicky Mann' printed on the front shined brightly in the sunlight that was gleaming through the open window.

"Yes, " I lied. I hadn't heard a thing she had said the whole time.

Ms. Mann raised her eyebrows at me and fixed her turquoise eyes on mine, "Well, this is the third time this week you've been in my office. First talking back to your teacher, and then being late for class, and now this? It's only the first week back from summer vacation. I'm very disappointed." I fiddled with the laces on my converse. Okay, so maybe I wasn't the best behaved student ever, but at least I came to school every day, and I even listened to the teachers occasionally, too.

"Please sit properly," she hassled. I removed my legs from underneath me and repositioned myself in the wooden chair in front of her mahogany desk, my feet now planted firmly on the hard wood floor.

"Thank you," I stared blankly at her. "Now, you will have detention after school today in the music room. Make sure to bring a book with you or some homework because you'll be the only one there," she said. I suppressed a groan. Great. Two hours in hell.

"You may go now. And I don't want to see you again in my office any time soon, understand?" She shot me a stern look. I nodded.

I got up and made my way to the door, not bothering to say 'thanks' or even a 'good bye' . I was pissed.

I trudged down the hallway and retrieved my cell phone from my pants pocket. Four minutes till my next class. Usually I wouldn't care about being late for class, but I had Mr.Hill fifth period and I wasn't in the mood for a lecture. I sighed and rushed to my locker, struggling with the combination. Come on, come on.

Finally, when the lock was free, I grabbed all my books and slammed the locker door shut. I glanced at the clock above the bulletin board a few feet away.

I grimaced. Three minutes until fifth period started. I had English fifth period, which lucky for me, was on the other end of the frickin' school. I inwardly groaned. Well, if I run I could make it, I thought. I clutched my books to my chest and dashed down the hallway. I turned the corner so fast that I didn't see the wall there and of course, I smashed into it. I stumbled backwards, my books tumbling to the ground. Wait, why would there be a wall in the middle of the hallway? I didn't think I was uncoordinated. I looked up and my eyes locked with the bluest ones I had ever seen. I slowly looked the 'wall' up and down. Turns out it was actually a boy that I ran into, a hot boy. He must've had a freaking ten pack under that shirt!

Realising I'd been starting; I teared my gaze away from his extremely toned chest and down at the scatter of books on the floor. "Sorry," I muttered. I bent down and began to pick up my things when the loud ring of the bell went.

"Crap!" I gathered all of my books as fast as possible. I could not be late for class again. Mr. Hill would murder me. "Here," a deep voice said. I looked over in confusion and saw the guy I so clumsily ran into holding out my English textbook.

"Thanks," I took it from him and stood up. I shoved my hand in my jeans pocket and pulled out my cell phone again. I glanced at the time. One minute since English started and I still had to get to the other side of the school. I sighed. Great.

"I've got to go," I uttered. "Um... Bye." Wow. Smooth, Olivia, just smooth. I mentally kicked myself for being so lame.

I hurried past mystery boy and continued to move to English class. That time I made sure to slow down when I turned the corners. I didn't want a replay of what just happened with Mr. Ten Pack back there.

What feels like forever, I'm finally in front of Mrs Hill, my English teacher's door. I took a deep breath, I placed my hand on the cold handle and turned. I stepped inside the cook classroom. I caught a glimpse of my class and saw about twenty-nine pairs if eyes staring at me.

Awh, shit.

I think I interrupted one of Mrs Hill's lectures about the meaning of Poetry. Yeah, yeah, we all heard it all before.

"Ah, Ms. Sabers, how nice of you to join us," Mrs Hill's nasal voice boomed through the classroom. I felt my face burning. I probably looked like a tomato.

"Sorry," I mumbled, staring down at the floor.

He sighed. "Please take your seat," he said. I nodded my head and hurried to the back of the room where my seat was. When I sat down, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God he didn't yell at me.

"So, back to Poetry," the pudgy, belligerent old man started.
Yup, I was right.

I felt a tug on the sleeve of my hoodie and turned to see who had done it.

"Why were you late?" My best friend, Dylan whispers.

"Principal's office," I mumbled.
I left out the part about running into the guy.

He chuckled. "Of course," I stuck my tongue out at him and turned back around.

I turned out Mr. Wright's voice like I always did when he started his lectures about Poetry and gazed out the window into the school parking lot, my thoughts wandering.

But every so often my thoughts would drift back to one thing:

Those blue eyes. Who was this mystery boy?