My Girl

You!

The next week was going pretty well, everyday my mom dropped me off to find Mason waiting in the front of the school for me and we'd walk to class together until I broke off to go to Mr. Willoughby's class, then I'd have math then, psychology then lunch, and then the rest of my classes then go home. And today's schedule was right on track, everything was going swimmingly until.
"So today class we're going to-" Mr. Willoughby was cut off by the loud creek of the door opening, and the whole class turned to see Mr. McLaughlin and- NO WAY!
"Sorry for interrupting, but I have some news." Mr. McLaughlin voice boomed across the room. "Your class is getting a new student Mrs. Anderson will be moving from Mrs. Carmichael's class to Mr. Willoughby's, I am sure you have been informed about this." He said turning his head to Mr. Willoughby.
"Yes, I was yesterday hello Michelle." Mr. Willoughby said greeting the girl with a nod.
"It's Mykie." She corrected.
"Yes of course, you can take a seat next to Mr. Winston." He said gesturing to the empty desk next me, my eyes followed her as she made her way over to the empty desk next to me, but she didn't even glance at me until she reached the desk and she finally looked down to meet my gaze.
"Is there anything I can help you wi-" she stopped and began to stare at me with the same intensity and the shocked expression on her face quickly turned to anger.
"You! Your the jackass from last week!" She exclaimed.
"And your the milk carton girl." I reciprocated.
"Why I outa-" she was cut off as she was about to raise her fist.
"No talking and Mrs. Anderson please sit down." Mr. Willoughby demanded.
The rest of class I could feel the cold stare she was giving me and once the class ended I have never been more happy to go to math.
By the time it was lunch I couldn't stop thinking about her, great just great I have the girl I pissed off big time not to mention the girl that rejected me in my class now great just great.
"Hey man you ok?" Mason asked.
"What, oh yeah dude just thinking." I answered.
"Bout what." He kept pushing.
"Oh you know life, the inevitability of death, how many times I get laid before I die." I joked.
"Oh shut up," he laughed. "Hey it wouldn't be bout that girl that you pissed off last week being in your class now would it?" He asked and answered spot on.
"How'd you know bout that?" I questioned.
"I'm the class president I know everything." He said in a creepy voice and wiggling his fingers.
"It's just imagine if you were in my position, having to deal with that every day." I explained.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have pissed her off."
"Hey shut up." I wined as I threw a fry at him.
"Hey it might not be a bad thing." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Think about it this girl you've already pissed off and in the worst way possible so you couldn't possibly do any worse than that so who knows if you actually talked to her and weren't such a douche it could work." He explained.
"Ya sure." I mocked.... But now that I think about it maybe it would work. No I'm thinking to much about this. It's just girl. Ya a girl that rejected me.