Remember Me

Chapter 2

What are they looking at? Here I am, walking down the hallway holding a peice of paper with my schedual on it. And apparently I grew five heads and am an alien because I don't think there is one single person not staring at me. Is there something on my face? I start to panic thinking of the worst, I must have lipstick all over my face, resembling the joker in Batman. I don't even own lipstick. I reason with myself and try to play it cool.

Where is locker 78? I look around and can't find it. I see 1-60 and 80-140. What the hell? Do the people here have something against the seventies? I look around trying to figure out where my damn locker was. I stopped did a 180 looked around and then a 180 again trying to see if my locker magically popped out of nowhere. After turning in a full circle looking like a moron, I gave up.

Fuck it. I'll carry all my shit and gain muscles and become the hulk for the rest of the school year.

I let out a loud sigh and glare at all of those who forgot how to blink. Good. I hope their eyeballs dry out and they are never able to stare at someone so rudely ever again.

"Hey Bay, need help?" said a voice that sounded like angels singing. Just kidding. I want to rip out his vocal cords.

"Go away, Scott." I say. I am more than done with him today. The drive to school sucked, Scott is more annoying than a freaking fly when you are eating outside, and as soon as we pulled in the parking lot Mr. Model with the gorgeous everything got bombarded with people. I wasn't aware I had a celebraty in my presence. So long story short, he left me with his mob of fangirls and idiot boys that wouldn't stop whooping and yelling like ape men. Or maybe I'm just bugged that I can't find anything in this school, even though only a couple hundred of kids go here.

"Aw, you don't mean that," Scott said, "you like me."

I gaped at him.

How can one be so wrong?

I thought cursing in front of a priest was wrong, but this my friends, this has reached a whole new level.

"I do not like you," I said with authority, "now leave me alone."

"At least let me walk you to your class," Scott smiled at me, unfairly using his light brown puppy dog eyes on me. His eyelashes fluttered and he made a ridiculous pouty face. I can't believe it. He actually looks quite irresistible. Don't fall for his inhumanly charming good looks. Do not give into him. I repeat do NOT give int-

"Okay," I here myself say, I was taken aback at the smile on his face. I'm becoming goo around this boy. I felt my knees become a bit weaker as he looked at my schedual and then grabbed my arm. I looked dumbly at his hand holding my wrist, trying to ignore the stupid instects that were now flying in my stomach.. Oh god, don't become goo. Be strong. I snap out of my trance and yank my arm away from him.

"Where are we going?" I demanded.

"To your class, isn't that where you want to go?" he looked a bit confused and reached for my arm again.

I moved my hand away from him. The less physical contact the better.

"Oh, yeah that's fine." I feel a bit dumb, did I not just agree to let him show me to my class? I look down, away from his gaze.

"Do you need to go to your locker or something?" he asked.

I don't answer. Maybe if I stop talking and stop moving he will think I am a statue and will leave me alone.

"Bay?"

Didn't work. Dammit.

"It's Baylyn, but what?"