Dark and Dirty Like You've Never Seen

You Can Call Me Frank

Finally the last bell rang for school to get out. I walked over to my locker, quickly putting in the same combination that I have had the pleasure of having for the past four years. I pulled open the door and threw my books on the top shelf. When I slammed it shut, I jumped when I found the new guy leaning on the locker next to me.

"Good God! You could warn someone next time."

"Shhh!" one of the sisters hissed at me. I waved my hand at her with a cocky smile on my face, fighting the urge to flip her off.

"This is your locker?" He asked knocking on the door. I stared at him, then down at the lock in my hand, then back at him.

"Yes?" I wiggled the lock in front of his face, laughing a little at his obvious question. He smiled at me and chuckled. He's got to stop doing that smiling thing I thought to myself as I felt my face heat up slightly.

"Well I guess we're sharing" he said as he held out his books to me. I looked at him a little confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He handed me a folded piece of paper. I took it from him and saw right there at the top of the page it read LOCKER 448. "That can't be right. That's mine."

"You mean ours. That's why I said we're sharing." He held out his books to me again. I gawked at him as I took them from him. I liked the way that sounded. Ours.

"Well, Frank, I guess we'll have to share for today, and tomorrow you'll just have to go to the office and see what your real locker number is." I opened the locker back up and sat his books on top of mine. I shut the door again, this time putting on the lock and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Angela" he said quietly. I turned around quickly and looked at him awkwardly.

"How'd you know my name?"

"How'd you know mine?"

I stared at him for a minute, trying to remember what I wanted to say. It was really hard trying to talk to him when he was standing so close. I felt my breath quicken.

"Your schedule, it's ... um ... written at the top."

He laughed. Stop that! My subconscious yelled at him.

"I know. I'm just kidding. The inside of your locker, there was a picture of you with a friend that said Lacy next to her and Angela next to you."

"Oh" was all I could muster up. Stupid me. What did I think, he was psychic?

"I didn't mean to freak you out" he said after a moment of silence. I realized I was just standing there staring at him. Well, at least he mistook my quick breathing and silence for being freaked out. This kid's either really oblivious to how much I'm drooling over him, or he's just that aware of how good looking he is.

"No, you're fine. I just huh... I have to... I'm just going to...uh, go." I couldn't stop stumbling over my words.

"Can I walk you to your car?"

"Oh, I don't actually have a car" I mumbled, a little embarrassed of the fact that I was a senior in high school and still didn't have a vehicle. My family isn't as well off as most kids. He gave me a soft smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's okay. I completely understand."

Of course he does; he's Mr. Perfect-AND-Understanding.

"I better get going."

"You're not going to walk are you? I can give you a ride."

"Well..." I know what I wanted to say, but I had to tell myself to stop and think. I just met him today. I don't know what he might be up to, no matter how attractive he is. Plus, my mom would kill me.