An Unexpected Twist

Chapter 2

As soon as the bell rang alerting everyone that first period was officially over, i booked it out of the classroom. My next class was math, my least favorite fifty five minutes of the school day. Math had never been my favorite class, nor had it been my strongest. I had to work my butt of just to get a freaking "B" in the class. This year i had to take college algebra, which i heard wasn't too difficult. Then again, i had also heard that Mrs. Jones was great, and look how true that turned out to be.

I continued to keep up a fast pace as i headed towards math, partly because it was on the complete opposite side of the school, and partly because i felt like Mrs. Jones was going to come running after me, hounding me with more questions that i didn't know the answer to. Well, i didn't really believe she would, but i wanted to get as far from her as fast as possible.

I turned right down the hall, heading for my locker. I had to exchange my U.S. History book for my college algebra book. I flung my locker open, and quickly exchanged my books. I grabbed a blank notebook as well. I quickly glanced at my face in the mirror hanging on the door of my locker, and finger brushed my hair, realizing what a mess it looked like. With a loud thunk, my locker closed, and i headed towards math. As i made my last turn towards the classroom, the bell rang. Crap! I began running down the hall. It must have looked weird since i was running with a book in one hand and my pencil in another. I was almost to the end of the hall where my classroom was, and was now almost full out sprinting. i didn't want to be late for my first day in this class. I seriously didn't need another teacher hating my guts.

Just when i was about to cross the intersection of hallways right before my class, WHAM! someone turns the corner and i run smack into them. I cant help but let out a scream as soon as they appear. We bounce off of each other, and i sail into the air, and lucky me, my head breaks my fall. It collides with a loud bump against the tile floor. Well, this day is freaking fantastic so far.

"Oh my gosh!" I said in an irritated voice. I know it's not really the other persons fault, actually, its mostly my fault, but i just can't help but blame it on them. "Are you freakin' kidding me!"

I sat up, holding the back of my head which was pounding intensely. The other person, who i discovered was a boy, was holding his shoulder. So, i was guessing that had been what i ricocheted off of. He was hissing in pain, and rubbing his left shoulder vigorously. I began to stand, vaguely aware that i still had to get to class.

"Sorry." I mumbled, walking a few feet to pick up my notebook. During the collision, it had managed to fly halfway down the hallway. my math book also flew down the hallway, but in the opposite direction. My pencil was nowhere in sight.

"God damn," the boy mumbled standing up, slowly rotating his shoulder. I was starting to feel bad, and i really hoped i hadn't dislocated it or something. I was about to apologize again, sincerely this time, but then i actually looked at the boy. I mean really looked. Holy heck was he hot. His hair was the darkest brown possible before considered black, and it was longer but not overly, and swishing across his forehead. It looked so soft and pillow-like. He had a muscular body, perfectly toned, with a tan skin color. And his facial features were to die for. His lips were full, but not like Angelina Jolie full, just normal thickness. And his eyes...wait a minute... Holy crap! It was him!

"What the-...Zyler?" I asked, completely astounded. There was no freaking way this was possible. I took a hesitant step closer to him, trying to figure out if it was him or not. His response confirmed my suspicion.

"Yes?" He dragged out the word, a look of confusion on his already pain filled face. I let out a short laugh, then i broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter. Tears filled my eyes as i doubled over laughing, struggling to get a breath in. Could this world play anymore tricks on me? What was this, like, Constantly Keep Reminding Chaney About One of the Most Embarrassing Days of Her Life Day? Seriously, what were the odds that two people from one of the most traumatizing moments of my lifetime would both appear in my life again within the same hour? One in a million i'd say.

 I snuck a peek at him. He was looking at me like i had just sprouted another head. Which, of course was understandable, since i was just standing in front of him laughing my butt off for no apparent reason. He was probably thinking that i hit my head a tad too hard, and i would fall over dead in a matter of seconds. Then again, i did hit my head really hard, and i was acting really weird... maybe i did have a concussion. Nah, probably not.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It's not that funny, i kept telling myself in my mind. My laughter soon died down to a few giggles every few seconds, and then i was just standing there smiling at him. Creepy, i know, but what was i supposed to do? Just walk away without explaining? Or should i see if he remembered me? I choose to go with the latter. I mean, what did i have to lose? But, just as i opened my mouth to ask if he knew me, his confused face, changed into an amused smirk. I looked at him questioningly, and once again opened my mouth, this time to ask what was funny, when he spoke.

"I didn't recognize you without the pee on your jeans," he said half-smiling. My jaw almost dropped, except i didn't want to look dumb, so i decided to clench my teeth together instead. I decided to ignore his comment about my "accident", and focus on the the important thing here.

"So you do remember me," It wasn't really a question, just a statement. "How?"

"Well, besides your signature greeting, i recognized you because you look almost exactly the same as the first time we...collided." He still had an annoying smirk on his face.

"Wow. I look the same as i did when i was six? Thanks. I really appreciate that," I replied, voice full of sarcasm. What was with this guys' I'm-so-cool act? It made him seem more like a douche. But hey, that's just what i thought. Maybe some people liked the "jerk" personality.

He snorted at my response. Though, he somehow made the disgusting and off-putting act of snorting an attractive sound. Figures. "Don't get mad at me because your body hasn't figured out the art of puberty, and you still look like a six year old."

This time, i couldn't resist the urge to drop my jaw. My face was mixed with an expression of anger and disbelief. Did he seriously just say that to me? No way in hell was he getting away unharmed now.

 I purposefully dropped my notebook and math book that i had just picked up, and closed the space between me a Zyler in three large steps. His smirk faltered, I'm guessing because of the look on my face. He tried to take a step back, but i was too quick. When i reached him, i put my hands on his chest, and positioned my feet in a strong stance, then pushed. It was all kind of one motion, and i was impressed with myself. But, the shove only made him stagger a couple of steps, and i had been hoping he would fall hard on his butt. No such luck. So i tried again, i took another couple of steps, and got ready to push  him again, except for my hands never reached chest this time. Instead, my wrists were caught by his hands. So, to an outsider, it looked like i was trying to push an invisible wall, and Zyler  was.. well i don't know what it looked like he was doing, but it wasn't i had wanted to happen. I glared at him, and realized that he had his annoying amused look on his face. He wasn't physically laughing, but his eyes were full of laughter. They looked dazzlingly blue when he had the expression on his face. Pull yourself together Chaney! Thats not relevant at the moment! My mind scolded me. I shoved the thoughts away, and repremanded  myself for being attracted to him.

"I was kidding! Learn to take a joke and laugh a little. Jeesh." He said, rolling his eyes. I swear if he hadn't been holding my wrists i would have shoved him again. Instead i scoffed.

"Sorry, I only accept jokes that are actually funny," I snapped back, glaring. I was pretty impressed with myself for talking so openly to this guy. Usually i was extremely shy when i talked to guys, or people i didn't know, both of which categories Zyler fell under. Maybe it was the anger and annoyance in me that gave me this confidence.

"Well, you and i obviously have different ideas regarding what is and isn't funny." He said, no longer looking amused. He actually seemed to be a bit offeneded that i said his joke wasn't funny. Aw, poor baby. Did i wound his ego? Well, he can learn from a vacuum, and suck it up. His joke was hardly a joke, it was more of an insult.

"Obviously." I replied, walking back to my books, and picking them up. I was going to be like five minutes late for my first day of math..great first impression. I sighed, as i situated my books in my hand and continued walking to my math class. I didn't even bother looking for my forever lost pencil. Nor did i bother saying goodbye to Zyler. In fact, i would be perfectly content if i never saw him again. Who are you kidding? i told myself. You could look at that handsome face all day. I closed my eyes and shook my traitorous thoughts away. No, no, no, i won't be attracted to this guy, actually, i'll make sure i don't even see him again.