Here We Go Again
a/n: this title is inspired by demi lovato and paramore's song named here we go again. BTW it would b nice if you guys would comment and vote. You don't have to, put it would b fricken fracken awesome if you did. Lates ppl.
~Aaron's POV~
I honestly didn't know why I agreed to the bet. Whether it was the alluring promise of a Maybach, or maybe just the fact that I now have a perfect excuse to get to know this girl better. Maybe its because I'm a masochists. I honestly don't know. But whatever the reason, the next day I found myself at the attendance office, getting my schedule changed to match Zaria's exactly. Its surprising how girls will bend over backwards for you even if all you do is flash them a dimpled smile and wink. If Zaria is this malleable, ill be having myself a new Maybach in no time. Although I doubt that very highly. shes just....different from those other girls. totally different. When the strawberry blonde girl was done, I just flashed her another smile and went on my way to my new first period.
~Zaria's POV~
I was talking to Max in my first period, waiting for Ms. Crawford to shuffle in, when every girl in the classroom gasped. Max included. When I turned my eyes in the direction that everyone was staring in, I saw this guy. In my head I'm wondering "whats the big deal?" he looked just like any other guy in this school. He was a typical jock with broad shoulders and a toned body. He head blonde hair and blue eyes. He also had the dimples of Mario Lopez. And thats saying something. Surprisingly, my mouth didn't drop open like everyone else's. He just wasn't my type. I was actually getting quite irritated. I mean this is the second time Ive seen these people gawk but this time it held admiration and jealousy from the boys and just plain lust from the girls. They looked like they were ready to jump his bones right their in the classroom. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally regained movement of his limbs( psht if you ask me it was just for dramatic affect) and plopped down in the seat right behind me. I could've sworn someone else was sitting there yesterday but quite frankly I didn't care. As long as he didn't intend to distract me from my trigonometry. " Max" I said. "hmmm" she replied. She seemed thoroughly distracted. " Max, you do realize that its impolite to stare right? And I'm pretty sure if you count how long you've been staring, thats just downright disrespectful." this earned a laugh from the boy behind me and a scowl from Max. ' hi my name is Aaron" the boy behind me said. "i suppose that would be relevant information for someone who actually gives a flying frog about you" I responded. He looked as if I had just slapped him in the face. I guess he wasn't very good at handling rejection. Max looked like a reproachful mother. "she's sorry about that" she said for me. " her name is Zaria or Z". I didnt mean to be so rude( who am I lying to? I totally wanted to be that rude) but it was just annoying me that everyone was introducing themselves to me like I actually gived a flying frog. They acted like they weren't gawking at me yesterday like I was an alien. " don't ever speak for me again" I mumbled to her. " I'm quite capable of speaking for myself thank you." " geez, I'm sorry. I just thought it was rude that you just shut down one of the most popular guys at school." Max said with a grin. " he'll be okay. The only thing I bruised is his ego. Which was probably inflated enough as is" I responded. "ahem." o crap I thought to myself. I had completely forgotten that he was sitting right behind us and I was just talking like he couldn't hear me. Lucky for me, ms Crawford chose that moment to finally make it into the room. I swear shes as old as dirt but at least she has good timing. As soon as she started talking about "the good ole days" I tuned her out. I mean its bad when you hear your parents reminisce about their youth but when someones who's lived through as much history as she has, the math class turns into to history, which I just don't happen to like. Before I know it, a note is flicked on my desk. I look at Max to see if she sent it to me but shes not even glancing I'm my direction more or less paying attention. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see that guy who I told off earlier. (what was his name again? Austin, Andy? I honestly don't know.) then he points to the note on my table. Then I finally get it. I swear for someone taking all AP classes I sure can be stupid sometimes. I pick up the paper and rip it to shreds. I really didnt want to hear anything he had to say. Again his face had pure astonishment written all over it. Haha I thought to myself. Hes gonna have tough luck getting that Maybach at the rate that I'm going. Thats what him and the rest of his friends get. Those rich pricks.
~Aaron's POV~
by the time first period was over, Z had already shot me down twice. Did you get that?!? TWICE!!! it was the most rejections ive gotten in a week more or less a 2 hour tijme frame. This is going to be harder than I thought. Well ive got 3 other classes with her so here we go again.
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