Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

Angel of Music, You've Deceived Me. I Gave You My Mind Blindly

Angel of Music, You've Deceived Me. I Gave You My Mind Blindly

She really was here. She was wearing a light blue dress with a gray jacket. Her glossy blonde hair was held back with a blue headband.




Her fingers played nervously with her backpack, and she bit her lip. My eyes were immediately drawn to those, and I wondered briefly if they felt as soft as they looked.




"Stop it!" I internally scolded myself. "She really isn't THAT pretty. Anyways, she's annoying as hell."




"It's okay, June. Why don't you two take a seat over there with Mr. Smith," Mrs. Keller said with a kind smile. Both girls nodded as they turned to face my table, the only empty one, and walked towards me.




I glanced up and Savannah met my eyes. She didn't break stride as her face remained emotionless, and she sat down cooly across the table from me next to June.


She refused to look at me the rest of class as she then turned to face Mrs. Keller, her legs crossed professionally.




I ignored the teacher as she talked, and instead looked over Savannah. She must have spent the summer in the London, because her skin wasn't as tan as it would get when she would spend a few weeks over here in the states.




She looked good though, I mean not in like a good way, in a good...bad way. Bad as in, she didn't look good. Nope, Savannah was too annoying to look good.




I heard movement and suddenly June and Savannah turned to face our table, taking out their art supplies. I quickly straightened up and fixed my hair. They started taking a piece of paper each from the pile in the center of the table and I quickly asked, "Wait, what's going on?"




Savannah gave an exasperated sigh before she looked up to meet my eyes with her own stormy gray ones. "We're supposed to just draw something."




"With what?"




"Anything you want," June said rolling her eyes at me. I sent her a glare. She was one of the few people in this school who wasn't as afraid of me. She was annoying too, but not in the same as Savannah. Savannah was a whole other spectrum of annoying compared to everyone else.




I grabbed a sheet of paper and stared at it, unsure of what I was supposed to draw. I looked up at Savannah's, trying to find some form of inspiration, but all that was there was a line of scribbled dark blue color pencil that had me thoroughly left with nothing. 


From what I could see, Savannah wasn't very good at art. I didn't really know much about art, but I did know that you couldn't get an A from scribbling on a paper.




I smirked and looked down at my paper. I got bored and started to doodle with my color pencils. First gold, then light blue, then gray. A dash of light pink, and more gray.




Before I realized what I was doing, I found that I was done. I gazed in awe down at my paper, very disturbed to where my mind went when I wasn't paying attention.




Standing up abruptly, I made my way over to the teacher handing over my paper. She glanced down at it and she smiled, her eyebrow arched. "You drew Savannah?" she asked incredulously, amusement laced in her voice. "Well, she was sitting right in front of me. I didn't know what to draw," I mumbled, fighting to keep my face from turning red. I don't blush, and definitely not for anyone named Savannah Valencia.




The teacher nodded and said, "Good job John. That's an A for today." I simply nodded and ambled back to my table. June was almost done with her picture. It was a picture of a man with half of his face covered by a mask and tears running down it. It said in slanted writing across "All I wanted was to be loved for myself." I have no idea what that's about, but it's a bit creepy.