At Oakwood - Cameron Wilde

5: The Other Girl

I surveyed the classroom.

It was a messy setup, the creamy yellow walls just coated with posters about DNA, Genetics, Cellular Respiration, Photosynthesis, The Reproductive System, diagrams and charts, Human and Animal Anatomy and Periodic tables.

There was crumpled pieces of paper scattered the green tiled floor and there is just mess everywhere. Sheesh, such a pleasant educational environment.

Almost all the seats were taken except one at the very back of the class.
I don't mind sitting at the back, really, but it totally disorientates me from the lesson.
I'll start twiddling my pen or totally space out.

But either way, I'm fine with what I have. I sat at the desk at the back. The desks were set out in pairs so I guess I was going to have another scientist with me.

No one seemed to approach, luckily for me, really. I'm not a people person, yet I hate being alone.

I was waiting for our biology teacher to walk in.

Call me a mad scientist but I L O V E love Natural Science (aka Biology in this case)! Dissecting frogs and experimenting with different things. I just love it. But at the same time, it's totally gross.

What I hate the most is rats honestly though.
If we dissect a rodent, just expect me to run a mile with a scream as high pitched as ever.
It will sound like I had helium. I have a high pitched scream.

Then, I saw a girl with black hair and blue tipped hair tied neatly back into a ponytail.
Her dark blue eyes surveying the classroom. A few heads turned and looked at her. She seemed very eye-catching to the boys, whom were now whispering among one another.

Every now and again it was obvious to tell they were looking at her body, especially her chest.

Some men are so thirsty nowadays, I really don't know why. Some can be like a wild pack of wolves, craving the need for fatty flesh; also known as breasts.

But really, what is so attractive about breasts anyway?

The only definition I can think for them is this; fatty flesh bags that contain milk and hurt tremendously when one attempts to run or do very energetic activities.

I really don't mean to brag or boast, but I guess I've got a pretty plump pair of breasts myself. My bra size is B and a half.

I'm pretty impressed with them, but they are annoying as heck when doing sports..

Uh.

Well.

Hm.

..Alrighty then, how on earth did I start talking about this?
Agh, I'm just probably just waffling, my mind tends to wander at the most obscure times.

In fact, I would begin waffling again right now.
Darn, I'm doing it again aren't I?

I got so stuck in that I didnt even realize that she had come over and sat next to me.

A wave of shyness washed over me. I looked away and pretended to be looking at a poster on the wall. That's when the girl tapped my shoulder, giving me no choice but to look at her.

"Uh, hi there..." The girl said, she too was plainly anxious, "My name is Rocky."

I smile quite scared, but I guess I should reply.

"...H-hello... I'm Cameron. Nice to meet you..."

Rocky and I sit awkwardly and giggle shyly. I could tell Rocky noticed the blood on my shirt, she was looking directly at it. But of course, to nervous to ask.