The Way He Loved Me

Prologue

He keeps staring at me......

I walk to my next class of the day. History. It just so happens that I share this class with the same dude who seems to be interested in me from a distance.

As soon as I walk in the whole class turns and stares. Not because I'm the new kid in class, but because the guy behind me seems to have an evil smirk on his face.

I choose to ignore him and sit down. The teacher, Mr. Green, decides to start off his lesson for the day. Midway between his lesson he acknowledges me.

"Ms. Martinez, would you like to stand and tell us about yourself?"

I looked around the room to find all eyes on me. "Um.....sure." I stand beside my desk and stuff my hands in my hoodie.

"My name is Lexi Martinez and I'm from Nashville, Tennessee. I moved here to live with my new foster family."

I sit down quickly and avert my eyes to the book on my desk. I really don't like talking in front of large crowds and I definitely don't want anyone asking me why I'm in foster care.

"Thank you Ms. Martinez." He starts back with his lesson on the Industrial Revolution. Everyone seems to keep staring at me. I could see a few of the girls whispering to each other about how I must have just got out of juvie because I was obviously not in this year's fashion style.

I didn't think I looked that bad. I was wearing a pair of my favorite skinny jeans and a blue hoodie that supported my favorite team of the Dallas Cowboys. I had my hair straightened with my silver hoop earrings and a pair of white and blue Jordans. No makeup would ever be found on my face. I honestly hated makeup and if I ever did put some on it was light mascara and chap stick.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the bell rang. I stood up and prepared to go outside to eat my lunch when a girl stopped me at my desk.

"We're you in juvie? Did you get kicked out? Wait did you kill somebody? Oh my gosh, are you gonna kill me?!? Oh my goodness!!! I swear I'm not anything to worry, my mom says I'm as dumb as a block of wood, but I swear if money is what you want then I'll give it to you. My daddy's a billionaire."

Have way through her babble I stood up right in her face. I'm not a violent person, but I don't like being wrongly accused.

"I've never been to juvie in my entire life. No, I have not killed anybody. I moved here to California because my parents were killed and I didnt have any other family, so I moved into the Martinez household."

She seemed to calm down a bit and take a few steps back. "Well then, my name is Ashley. I'm captain of the track team and I am in desperate need of a tutor if you know one. Wait!! You wouldn't know one you just moved here. Sorry about that I tend to talk a lot when I'm nervous, or when I'm sad, or even when I'm happy; I guess I just talk a lot all the time."

She finished another ramble in one big heap of breath.

"Hi."