Promises, Change & Daisy Rings

(5) It All Started With Homeroom

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I did it. I, Annalise Richards, not only told off the Queen Bee, but also joined the track team. And now, I am finally receiving my last schedule of my high school career. I don't know whether I should be jumping for joy or crying my eyes out or cursing out the entire building, but it doesn't matter. Senior year has officially begun. Looking down at my schedule, I felt quite content with my classes: AP Lit/ Comp, AP Calculus, Phys. ED/ Health, AP Chemistry, AP Euro History, AP French, and Chambers Choir. Like I said, I'm a nerd. Carrying my schedule in my hand, I practically skipped all the way to my homeroom. I wanted to step into class extremely bright and cheery (trying out this new attitude) but my plan failed stupendously. Thirty pairs of eyes glared at me, ready to abuse the life out of me. Maybe I have the wrong homeroom? I thought. I twisted back around to leave, but a very tall and hard figure blocked my path. Crashing into this mysterious figure, my glasses slid off my face, my messy bun loosened out of its hair-tie hold. My wavy dark chocolate hair rolled down the sides, stopping right at my breasts once more. I looked up at the object I crashed into, only to gasp in awe, and fear.

Staring down at me was none other than the super jock, Holden Jayfield. He was every girl's dream boyfriend: his chiseled face, his forest green eyes, his spiky brown hair, and his all natural tan. And, underneath that dark blue V-neck t-shirt of his, a solid eight pack. Now, the only reason I know this is because he and Stevie always go for a morning run together. Shirtless. Both he and Stevie were the co-captains of the track team and the co-captains of the football team at West Miller, so it's safe to say they're like the Channing Tatums of the high school. Anyway, back to the current situation. So, here I am, still on the floor, trying to put together what the hell just happened, and Holden is still just standing there, still looking at me (chivalry has died folks). Finally getting myself together, I mumbled a small "sorry" and started to pick up my belongings, now scattered all over the floor. Suddenly, Holden squatted down next to me, picking up my glasses.

" Here. Sorry about that, I didn't see you there." Oh my god, Holden just talked to me!! I was speechless at the time, so I didn't give him a response, nor looked at him. Didn't he know I was the school nerd? I think I annoyed him a little, because he continued talking, except this time in a much harsher tone.

" Its rude not to answer or look at a person who's talking to you, nerd. " He knew. So I continued to not answer.

" Didn't you hear what I said? " Still no answer. I wasn't planning on answering, but suddenly he grabbed my face and turned it towards him.

" What the hell...." He suddenly stopped. Shit. Without my glasses, It was really easy to see my natural beauty (I'm not trying to be cocky, that's his job). Holden let go of my face and tried to speak, but it was useless. He just looked like a fish gasping for air. Looking up, I unfortunately caught Calissa stomping her way towards us. Not knowing what else to, I grabbed my glasses out of Holden's hand and plastered it back on my face, hurriedly pulled my hair back into a bun, picked up the rest of my belongings and practically ran to the back of the room, ducking into a chair just in time.

" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT HOLDEN??"

Calissa screeched at the flustered boy, still squatting on the floor. I wanted to laugh out loud at the two bimbos, now arguing with each other, but I knew I would be caught if I did. Did I forget to mention that Calissa and Holden are dating? Well, apparently they are. Sorry girls, but that hunk's taken. But anyway, back to this shitty little drama show. Calissa was still going on about how Holden is cheating on her, adding some fake tears to spice it up. Holden's trying to explain himself, and the peanut gallery (the class and the teacher) were all making side comments about the couple. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the two idiots made up when Calissa's clique came to pick her up. As soon as the witch disappeared, I picked up my head again. Safe, once more. I was so wrong. Holden stood up, dusted off his jeans, and turned towards the class. Wait, let me specify that. Holden turned towards the class and started walking down the aisle, straight to the back of the class. I was in the back. There's an empty chair next to me. OH SHIT.

Taking the seat next to mine, Holden turned to face me, his face devoid of any "happy" emotions. I swear to God the atmosphere tensed immensely, and the temperature dropped.

" Well, well, well," How many wells are you gonna say?

"What do we have here?" He smiled, but I doubt it was genuine.

"Um, a teenage girl?"

That wiped the smile off his face, " Listen nerd, I don't now what kind of shit stunt you were trying to pull back there in front of my girlfriend, but that's the last time that'll happen..."

I couldn't stand listening to anymore of his bullshit.

"Listen douche, I'm done taking orders from you and your slut girlfriend and all the other assholes you call friends. You don't scare me...."

I stopped talking, and covered my mouth with my hand. I couldn't continue, because truth be told, I'm still afraid of them. I may be able to put up this "bad-ass" front for now, but underneath, I'm truly terrified. Holden seemed to pick up my lie, because he suddenly started grinning. The bell rang, sending everyone out of the classroom except for me and Holden. Still grinning like the psycho he really is, Holden stood up from his desk and walked out of the classroom, not before whispering two haunting words in my ear: "We'll see."

Trudging towards my locker, my head was spinning, Holden's words floating in my head. Finally making my way, I banged my head on the locker door and groaned in pain and annoyance. How the hell did all this happen???? Oh yeah, I remember.

It all started with homeroom.