Looking Glass

Chapter 2

At that moment I was ready to give in, throw everthing that I had to work for out the window. Even though I knew that I couldn't. Everything that I had to work for had to start when I walked out the door of the house that morning. There could be no mess ups. And I was going to make sure that no one else got hurt because of me. Starting today. 

"You can't." I sneered and made a shooeing motion with my hands to move him away from my locker. He complied and I grabbed my binder before shutting my locker door and locking it.

"At least let me walk you to class." He tried by giving me that winning smile. My facade slipped for a second but I recomposed myself and started walking across the hallway. 

Arriving at my classroom just as the first bell rang I looked at him and noticed that there were quite a few people watching us intently. "There. We're here. Goodbye." I tried to turn to enter the room when he grabbed my arm and spun me back around. I hate to admit it, but it was cute and I was pissed off because I couldn't show it. Instead, I just glared. 

"The name's Jake." He held out a hand for me to shake but I just looked at it in disgust. He sighed and leaned against the wall. "And you are?" 

Contimplating how bitchy I should really act, I decided against it and told him my name in hopes of him walking away and making this easier for me. "Azelie." The second bell rang signaling that everybody should be in class.

"Well Azelie," he gave a small bow and earned a few whispers from our crowd, "until after class." Then he turned and walked away leaving me speechless. But even so, I still put on an angry expression, rolled my eyes, headed into class and hoped nobody could hear my heart pounding. 

"You're late." The teacher greeted me bluntly as soon as I walked in. Sighing I gave her a once over and had to restrain myself from mumbling an apology. "Why?" 

"You're going to say that whatever I waas doing was an excuse anyway, so I don't see a reason to explain." I shrugged--earning a few gasps from the students already seated in the seats--and handed her my schedule.

"Class this is Azelie. She's new as of today and is in this class until the semester change." Without looking at me she stuck out her hand to hand my schedule back to me. "Take a seat. And don't be late again." 

"Yeah, yeah, late again. Don't be afraid to write me up." Someone--a guy I guessed by the sound of his voice--walked into the classroom as I took a seat in the back. Looking up, I noticed he was walking towards me. I'm guessing this was his seat. "That," he camly jestured to where I was sitting, "is my seat." 

By now I was already piecing together the fact that this school had to popular groups, jocks and bad boys. Well let me tell you, they were both hot as hell. 

"We do not have assigned seating just yet, Mr. Gordan." Oh, so she was that kind of teacher, the one who called everyone by their last names to make class sound like some fancy dinner party. It made me feel at home, but Azelie? Azelie is suppose to be disgusted, so that's what I threw on my face. 

"What are you going to do about it?" Instead of raising my eyebrows in a friendly manner, I narrowed my eyes as if to challenge him, and it worked. 

Leaning in to whisper something in my ear, I noted how his breath smelled of alchohol. "I will make your life a living hell, bitch." His voice was husky and rough and there was something behind his threat that made it seem like there was a double meaning to it. 

"You're here aren't you? Isn't that hell enough?" I whispered back in my best seductive voice, because there was a double meaning to my response. 

Instead of talking back, he calmly stood up, nodded his head and took a seat in the desk next to me, which made me wonder exactly what type of guy he was. When I looked over at him, I discovered that he had been watching me intently. 

Trapped in his deep green eyes, he looked away, but I couldn't. Which--saying it out loud--does make me sound like some creeper, but I couldn't help it. He was so mysterious, I wanted to untangle every bit of him. 

Wait. What the frick? Guys are not in the picture. I have to stay focused. To do that, I looked away and rested my chin on my hand looking bored. This had to work, because it wasn't just me that was in trouble, it was everyone I cared about. And I wouldn't be the one to ruin their lives by blowing a simple cover.