Carina

9

When we got back to school, I felt like a completely different guy. I was a different guy, Instead of wearing my usual bagging clothes. I wore a plain white V-neck, a denim jacket, black skinny jeans, and I put my hair into a quiff rather than leaving it flat on my head. When I arrived at school, I actually got attention from people, especially from girls, maybe because you could actually see my face for once. Which is something I'm not use to. But I like the attention, when I get it.

"Are you new?" A girl spoke with a small, yet seductive smile. She was hot, nothing like Carina, but descent.

"Umm no." I shook my head, pushing past her, leaving the blonde girl clashing in her yellow and orange dress speechlessly.

Eyes gazed at me as I made my way down the corridor, I dug my hand into the small pocket in my jeans and ran the other through my hair. I squinted my eyes slightly at a dark haired girl a few metres away that stood beside a tall blonde curly headed guy while they lent against the lockers chatting. He had a sleeve of tattoos and was fairly muscular. The guys eyes landed on me over the girls head, as he gritted his teeth together. I looked around me awkwardly, my hands became instantly clammy. The girl must've noticed where his attention went to and turned around. But once she had, my stomach fell to the floor, in a big bloody, pukey, disintegrated mess. Almost like what gremlins do when the fall into a pool of water.

Carina. An her flawless looks stood there, her crystal blue eyes scanned me up and down and her white teeth bit onto her lower lip.

"Who's that? And what's his deal?" Fabio asked beside her ear with a jealous growl. She didn't turn to him but yet she had her eyes on me, which is new.

"Nathan." She answered, flicking her eyes up at him before returning her sights on me. "His name is Nathan."