Forever and Always

Chapter Eleven

The principal walked me to my first class which was Geometry.

"If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask me or one of the teachers."

She smiled and continued to walk.

I reached for my headphones that hung around my neck and plugged them into my phone. I clicked on a random playlist and attempted to block everything out...

We soon stopped at a room full of noisy students.

I could here them over my music, which is a very rare thing.

I took one of my headphones out as she reached to open the door.

I clenched my fists and held tightly onto the ends of my sweatshirt as we walked into the classroom.

The class grew quite as the principal walked in.

"Good morning class. This is our new student Alex Moore. Everyone please give her a warm welcome and be on your best behavior. I'll let you take it from her Mr. Johnson!"

The principal left the classroom and everyone's eyes were locked on me.

"Hello Alex, I'm Mr. Johnson as you heard. Take a seat where ever you'd like."

He smiled and waved his hand over the rows of desks.

I turned my body towards the students and almost screamed.

Holy shit.

Fuck.

Was that really him?

The boy from the park was staring straight at me, with his fierce black eyes.

You could tell he wasn't in a good mood.

I looked down and walked to the back of the classroom, trying to sit as far away as I could from everybody.

Especially him...

I felt so stupid remembering what had happened at the mall.

Maybe he doesn't remember me...

Why would he remember someone like me.

Pathetic and worthless...

But someone like him, you can't forget.

It still freaked me out how someone could be so perfect.

I put my other headphone in and tried my best at blocking everybody out.

But I could see him looking at me from the corner of my eye.

Why is he looking at me? Maybe he's looking at something else.

Maybe he does remember me.

The thought of that made me want to cry but scream at the same time.

I sat up in my chair and reached for my back pack that I sat down right by me.

I grabbed my pen and notebook trying to thinking about things I could write.

There was only one thing that I wanted to write about.

But it's hard to write about someone you don't even know...