Moments Never To Forget

Chapter Three

I noticed Steph's car parked in front of my house as I reached home. I paid the cab driver and unlocked the door. Good, Steph must be home. I wanted to chat with her for a while, to clear my mind off tonight.

"Steph, are you awake?" I called out.

'Bang!' came back the reply from Steph's room.

Ugh, not now, I thought. That bang indicated that Scott was here too, taking my sister to 'new heights' as she put it. I wondered if she had cleaned up her mess.

I went upstairs to my room, stripped off, and went to take a shower. The water was hot, which helped me release tonight's entire burden. Senior Year was starting tomorrow. It should have been exciting to links that it was my last year in school, but I wasn't excited. I didn't want to see Patrick sitting across me at the lunch table again. Patrick didn't care, but I did. He had even taken away my virginity. I couldn't bear seeing him even kiss another girl, even though we had broken up two months ago and he was not my boyfriend anymore. I came out of the shower, dressed up in shorts and a pink tank top, lied down in my bed, and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up at 7 am, got dressed up for school and went downstairs to the kitchen. Steph, who usually woke up at 5 am and did yoga, was obviously asleep next to her boyfriend.

'She had enough exercise last night,' I thought and laughed to myself.

I made myself a cornflakes breakfast and stuck a note at the refrigerator, telling her to eat up the delicious — non-existent — sunny-side-up I had made for her and her boyfriend and that I had headed for school in her car.

Sarah, Flora and Alexa met me up in the corridor and we exchanged kisses on the cheek, it being our tradition.

"How was your night, Flora?" Alexa asked her. "I heard Patrick's back to one night stands?"

"Yeah, well I'm more than fine with it. I touched him finally! Oh my, he is so long!"

I wondered why was I friends with such sluts. I started walking away from them.

"Ashley! Wait! Why are you in such a hurry?" Sarah called after me. "Oh, are you jealous?"

Yes.

"No," I quickly replied. "I don't give a damn about him. How was your night anyway?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

All of them broke into a fight of laughter.

When they calmed down, Sarah said, "Don't ever do that again. You look very funny. BTW, the answer to your question, it was just the usual. He wants me to move in with him."

Sarah had lost her parents when she was young, just like me, and while I had my parents' will and insurance money to keep me and my sister in a stable position for a long time, she worked part time in a boutique. She earned a pay that was good enough to rent a decent home, as well as cover her school fee. As for Cameron, his uncle had gifted him a fully furnished flat on his sixteenth birthday, and he used it for hosting parties and having sex with his girlfriend. His parents were open minded, and allowed him to move out of their house whenever he wanted to.

"And you obviously refused again," said Alexa.

Cam and Sarah had a stable relationship for over two years, and each time he had asked her this, her answer was the same.

"Next year it's college. I have no idea if we'll get selected to the same university. I think moving in is a bad idea." Typical Sarah.

The bell rang for our classes to begin, and each one of us headed to our lockers. My first class was Calculus. I just hated the subject with all my heart and soul. I fixed my hair and re-applied my Maybelline Pink Punch Lip Gloss in front of my locker mirror, took out my books and headed for the class.

As I walked down the corridor to my class, I couldn't help but think about Patrick. He used to drop me to my class and pick me up when my class for over, everyday. He would kiss me on the door of my class in front of the teachers, just to agitate them. Now I was all alone, heading to a class which did not make any sense, for three whole hours!

I walked in and sat on my seat. Soon after, the teacher came in. But I and the other students were not aware of the change in teacher. This teacher was probably in his twenties, unlike Mr. Brown, who was in his sixties. He had jet black hair, with a few streaks of brown; his face was clean shaven and was about 5'11". I thought of three letters: HOT.

I looked around the class. Most of the girls were already drooling over him, trying to show off their cleavages even more than they already did. The boys held an envious stare.

"Hello, students! I'm Kurt Harris, but you can call me Mr. Harris. I'll be your new Calculus teacher for the year."

A hot guy with a British accent! If he got any hotter, even I would start drooling.

"Since it's the first day of your Senior Year, I would like you to introduce yourselves," said Mr. Harris.

"Emily Rose." "Dave Connor" ... The session started. I was in the third row, and it would take some time for my chance. I took out my sketch notebook, and started sketching. The forest seemed to go deeper and deeper ... There was no source of light in the forest ... A bird was trying to fly away from it into the fields. I was satisfied by my sketch.

"That's beautiful," someone whispered in my ear.

I quickly turned around to see Mr. Harris standing next to me.

"Stand up and introduce yourself, miss," he said.

I stood up. "Ashley. Ashley Smith, sir," said I.

"Ashley Smith! I like the sound of that," he said, and winked at me. He smelled chocolaty! I could hardly fight the urge to take in his smell.

The class started. Calculus, for once, seemed so interesting! I paid utmost attention to the concepts Mr. Harris taught. The man had a good style of teaching. I realized, as I noted down the question, that Differentiation was actually easy. Time passed away very quickly. The bell rang for the recess to begin. I picked my books up and started for the cafeteria.